The Duke's Passion

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]

I didn't know if I've gone too far doing this. However, I'm in a position of no return. Be it in my current situation or my entire relationship with him.

There's no turning back.

All I could do was to move forward. Whether I stopped for a moment to breathe and reconsider, I had to continuing on moving forth.

No matter how many truths there were; no matter what kind of devil I'm marrying, no matter how dangerous the path I had chosen, I could only fall deeper… and deeper.

I swallowed him whole, hearing his inaudible gasp caress my ears. Just hearing his pleased grunts and moans brought satisfaction to my heart. Like the way he filled my mouth, I felt my heart exploding.

My pulse began pounding in my ear. My name, "Lilou," hung in the air, suspending any other tension looming in it.

Tonight was different, indeed. I explored him. My hand freely stroked his thigh as his hand rested on the back of my head.

Moving upward and downward, following his instruction not to graze him with my teeth. Surprisingly, I found joy in doing this to him.

"Lil…"

That. That's my consolation. My name slipping past his lips, sounding so lovely in my ears. Despite how his voice seemed to struggle to stay even.

The more he called my name, the more I got aggressive. Seeking more rewards as I felt him grow in me. Sam then suddenly reached for my bottom, grabbing one cheek, squeezing it tightly.

His action made me pause for a moment. My breath hitched before my stiff back eased. And then, I resumed. 

From licking to sucking, I went deeper until I gagged. As soon as I did, Sam grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up.

"Love, are you alright?" He asked, worried. His eyes roamed around my face, panting as if he had already regretted it.

This sight of him made me smile. I shook my head lightly, swallowing down to soothe my throat. 

"I'm fine." I cupped his cheek, a bit surprised at how hot they were. Sam had never reached this body temperature.

His cheek was still painted with red — a little lighter shade from his deep crimson orbs. Unknowingly, my thumb brushed his lower lip.

As if noticing my sudden desire to kiss him, Sam showed initiative. He leaned in, smashing my lips against his lovingly. It wasn't long, nor was it brief.

"How was it?" He asked, drawing his lips away as he kissed my cheek and jaw.

I giggled faintly. "It felt good."

"And?" He added, continue on leaving pecks on my neck, igniting the fire within.

For a moment, I couldn't reply as I stretched my neck. My heart pounded against my chest, feeling his desire that he left from his kisses.

"It tastes good." I breathed. His hand wrapped around my waist, lifting me so I could sit on his lap.

"Did you enjoy it?" While he threw me a series of question, Sam slid his hand inside my chemise, squeezing my thigh.

"I, I did." I struggled to answer as his hands brushed my spine gently.

I had nothing underneath this dress. Hence, his hands could wander around me freely. Every stop he touched made me quiver.

Instinctively, I rested my arms over his shoulder, letting him devour my neck and what was currently exposed. Soon, as he took off my dress, I complied willingly.

Raising both my hands up, my dress easily left me, revealing what's there to expose. Sam tossed the chemise out of the bed.

His crimson eyes fastened with passion as they darkened. I gulped, pursing my lips as I avoided his gaze. I felt a little abash to face him after what I've done.

"Your eyes," He said, reaching for my chin as he guided me to face him. "Should only look this way, my way."

He leaned in as he placed a delicate kiss on my lips.

"Don't look away, Lilove." His voice was low but intimidating, placing another kiss on my lips.

"Is that a threat?" I blurted out as he inched away.

Sam chuckled as he set his eyes full of interest in me. "What do you think?"

I pouted, putting my fist on his chest as I glared at him. "I don't appreciate threats right now."

"Haha!" Amused, Sam brushed the tip of his nose against mine. "Danger follows a threat. I'm simply expressing my selfish desires for your attention."

He then lifted me up, pinning me down on the bed. My back against the sheet, staring at the crimson eyes hovering over me.

"I will hurt anyone that blocks my path, but never you. Except you." He bent down, inhaling my faint breaths. 

"Even if you hurt me, I won't retort." He kissed my cheek. "I won't get mad." Continuing on as he kissed my ear. "I will never hurt you."

"Sam…"

"Choosing me once is enough for a lifetime gratitude, Lilou. I love you, only you." Sam whispered as his lips returned to my lips.

My heart melted upon his last remarks. I welcomed his lips home. 

Usually, his lips would fight for dominance. But tonight was different. What he sought was union, a share of sweet passion that ignites. A million loving thoughts that condensed into a promise.

A promise of love for a lifetime. 

In his embrace, I am safe. With my love, he was home.

With his fingers slipping through the gaps between my fingers, he pinned it against the sheet. Kissing passionately tonight, we became one.

One in heart, one in mind, one in soul.

Pain and lust were out of the question. Everything was nothing but love and pleasure.

"I love you, Sam." I whispered as we both reached our limits.

*

Lying on his side, his knuckled propped his temple. He stared at her with loving eyes and a gentle smile.

After their long, passionate lovemaking, Lilou immediately fell asleep. Samael pulled the quilt over her shoulders.

I love you, Sam.

Her words of love repeated in his head a thousand more times. Just the thought of it made him feel good as he chuckled.

"I love you more… more than you and I can imagine." He muttered, kissing her hair that was around his finger.