Chapter 173: A Dance of Desire
"Speak something, wife! Why are you taking so many steps back? Are you fearing me? I don’t think so. Your expression betrays you, the way you keep darting glances at my lips as if you’re stealing forbidden glimpses," Duke Alexavier said, his voice husky as the Duchess stood braced against the wall.
"Is it your approval you long for? Should I take it as your silent acquiescence? Or are you waiting to utter the words that grant me your consent?" Duke smirked, his thumb gently grazing her lower lip.
"These soft, pillowy lips, the color of a sunrise breaking through fresh-blown roses, drive me maddeningly wild each night. I lose myself in their enigma. Every time I close my eyes, they appear before me, a constant reminder of your presence, their whispers teasing my senses."
"They say, ’Why are you sleeping alone, Duke? Aren’t you going to love your wife? Aren’t you going to show how much you love your wife?’ The way they whisper into my ears drives me crazy, as if I will right there come to your room, wake you from your sleep, and smash my lips onto yours, telling you how much you drive me crazy," Duke said.
"D-duke, w-what are you?" Duchess Bernice stuttered.
"Can’t you understand what I’m saying? Can’t you understand the feelings lingering in my voice?" he said, rubbing her lips slightly while pressing his thumb on his lips, giving her an indirect kiss.
She flushed.
"Woah! If I knew I would get to see this side of yours, I would have made you go crazy long ago," he said and wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her closer to him while both their chests rubbed against each other.
"I never wanted to anger you, wife. It was always my intention to tease you and make you react to my tease. But if I knew you would show me such an irresistible look, I would have done this long ago," he said, lifting her chin up and slowly staring at her lips, then pressing his lips onto hers. She gripped onto his shoulder tightly.
As he noticed her reaction, he pressed his lips further while gently licking her lips, making her part her lips and kissing the duchess passionately. The Duchess let out a gentle moan, but she didn’t loosen up the grip. She didn’t try to escape, but her grip kept getting tighter, letting him kiss her more passionately.