Chapter 1236: Prove
Sylas had little mercy on the Duchess’ body—not that it mattered much. With the gap between their raw physical stats, it would have been quite difficult for him to hurt her even if he had the intention to do so, let alone now.
However, it was hard to say if that would last for very long at all. And even if he could hurt her... what wasn’t hard to say at all was that he would care very little.
Even now, he didn’t know what this woman’s name was or if she was truly known as the Duchess. All he could feel was how tightly she wound around him, how wet she felt, and the different sensations gripping him.
And yet, he almost instantly decided that Cassarae tasted far better. There was a certain wildness to his wife that he could hardly get enough of—the way they fit together like a glove, how even when her body had reached its limits and couldn’t continue on, her Will would still burn on like an endless ember.
Maybe that was the real differentiating factor.
His strength was little more than a fraction of the Duchess’, and yet he could feel her riding an edge that she would soon fall down the other side of. He chipped away at her Will so easily, stripped her of all her dignity as though it hadn’t had much worth even to her, broke her down as though she had little worth at all.
With his wife, even if he ravaged her to the ends of the earth, if he pissed her off beyond a certain point she would sooner cut his member off than be with him again.
The Duchess, however... he could tell that she didn’t have that sort of backbone. He could take, and take, and take beyond even that, and she would still come crawling back.
It wasn’t just a matter of Compelling Gaze. She had fallen like putty in his hands without him using the Gene Talent in the first place. There was a reason she had appeared in his room.