Chapter 113: A Man Dying From Love [R18]
His movements were fast yet careful. The insatiable passion, ignited by the sweet and hot exchange of love, guided his body like a puppet, while his hazy, dazed mind was craving Aideen’s everything, and the more she responded to his fervent provocations, the greedier he became.
As Tillian’s hips continued to move with the perfect rhythm, his large, warm hands were supporting the woman’s head, carefully guarding her against any possible harm, and his lips, hot and wet, were frantically moving over her tender neck and shoulders, leaving burning red traces akin to branding marks as his way of saying that her delicate flesh belonged only to him. And he could not get enough of it.
With every move, every kiss, every touch, every gasp, their bodies seemed to be uniting as one – the thick mixture of their combined aromatic scents had filled up the entire room, drowning the two connected people in the half-transparent sea of the dark passionate fog. Neither Tillian nor Aideen could no longer tell where one’s body began and the other’s ended, both their bodies and minds were now merged and tinged with the lustful hue of unfathomable pleasure that neither of them wanted to give up.
And yet, as if stricken by the moment of clarity, both of them exhaled as one, filling the hot room with the faint sounds of their breathless moans, when the passionate exchange of their love finally reached its zenith.
Still struggling to catch his breath and pressing the princess’s body against his, the Duke let his hazy vision regain its focus, frantically waiting for his wife to show him any signs of discontent, while Aideen, on the other hand, was hanging down the man’s sturdy, muscular frame almost lifelessly, not certain whether she would ever be able to regain her strength again.
"Aideen? Are you alright? Did I push you too hard this time?"
Upon hearing the man’s low, hoarse voice, the princess responded with a light, almost unnoticeable nod and let out an exhausted sigh in an attempt to ensure Tillian that she could hear him and that she was all right. Unfortunately, hearing was the only thing her body could allow her to do at that moment, as the vigorous session of lovemaking had taken a noticeable toll on her unprepared body.
Thus, lifelessly clinging onto the Duke’s powerful body, Aideen took a deep breath and said, half of her quiet words drowning in Tillian’s neck,
"I am fine, Tillian. I... I don’t want you to hold back with me. I want to feel how much your body craves me."
The Duke widened his eyes, his heart now beating faster for an entirely new reason.