The Duke's Passion

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

"Where should I start?"

I only stood there under his gaze for reasons unknown, letting him gazed at me with desire. Was it truly for reasons unknown? Deep down, I knew that wasn't the case. I wanted him to look at me like this way, to see how his eyes glint with his deepest desire.

"Do you…" I trailed off, taking a step forward, emboldened by his actions. My hand safely landed on his side, bending over as I inched close until our faces were only a palm length away.

"... have to worry about that? I'm all yours, after all. So it doesn't matter."

He smirked and nodded. "That's right," he said with a lustful tone, clipping his fingers on my chin, "you're getting bolder, I like it." Sam hissed as he planted a brief kiss on my lips. "Mine," he claimed under his breath.

'Only yours,' I replied telepathically, crawling my way up to him until I'm on his lap, my knees on either side of him. "Been and will always be yours," I added in between the brief break of our kiss.

My arms hooked over his shoulder, pulling him closer. I wanted more of him and this kiss heightened that desire with every passing second. I felt his palm massaged my thigh, forcing a moan out of me as my back arched.

"Sam," I whispered, feeling his lips planting kisses on my bosom. Goodness, I thought, and my breath hitched when his tongue flicked against my nipples. I unconsciously ran my fingers through his soft argent hair, tugging it back while biting my lower lip.

With a light squeeze on my rear, a pool of moisture overflowed from my core between my legs. I didn't think as my hand discreetly made its way to unfasten his shirt's drawstrings. As the two of us maneuvered to do as we pleased, he raised his head, placing his hand on the back of my head for a kiss.

His hand explored my bare body freely while I undressed him. We only broke away from our kiss when I took off his clothes. I nearly cheered in excitement as soon as I felt his muscular chest. 

He smiled against my lips. "You excite me," he muttered, tightening his grip around my waist. I chuckled, "I'll take that as a compliment," and he replied with a vague, "so, you don't mind?"

Mind, what? It didn't take long to get my answer as he suddenly lifted me up, and before I knew it, I winced as my back hit the wall across the room. I clutched on his shoulder as I instinctively looked at my side. 

His other hand landed against the wall, causing cracks on it, while his other arm still wrapped around my waist. For a moment, my mind buzzed before what happened registered in my head. I'd be the one who would get hurt if his hand didn't land on the wall first.

"My wife, are you surprised?" his voice startled me back to reality as I faced his pair of menacing red orbs. Danger, that was what came into my mind the second our gaze met. My heart unconsciously raced as I shuddered. 

"My apologies, I'm too excited it's driving me crazy."

I gulped before I hooked my arms around his neck. "Be gentle a little," I whispered as I leaned in, catching a glimpse of his smirk before my lips crash against his.

"I'll try," he whispered into my mouth. "But no promises."

"Mhm," I hummed, feeling his body against mine, something on my abdomen poking. He held my leg up, but when he noticed my discomfort, he held both my legs up, and I wrapped them around his waist.

The wall against my back felt cold, in contrast to the heat in front of me. Sweats broke out all over my body as my chest moved in and out heavily, and yet, that didn't stop us. I felt him undo his pants, making me bite his lips as the anticipation had been killing and reviving me back to life.

I never felt this desperate and frustrated at the same time. "Sam," I said under my breath, couldn't conceal all the emotions I've been feeling.

"Oh my wife," he cajoled, gliding his hand up to my chest. His finger pinched my nipple, rubbing it lightly. Did he want me to beg? I ground my teeth as I stared at him. I didn't know how pitiful I appeared until I saw my reflection in his eyes. 

Sam smiled as his other hand cupped my cheek. "Why are you giving me that face, my wife?" he sounded so concerned, but so amused at the same time. "Aww… what will I do with you?" he chuckled, dropping his hand as it snaked around my waist again before he took a step back.

Naturally, my body lowered. I gasped and flinched when I felt his tip against my entrance. I bit my lower lips and averted my eyes as if I felt so exposed.

The smirked on his lips grew more wicked as he commented, "You're sweating too much, wife. Ah, goodness…" he grunted, gritting his teeth as if in that slight contact, all rationale was thrown out of the window.

"Sa —" I gasped when he suddenly thrust it in, taking me by surprise. It felt rough, but I yearned for the ache. A sense of relief filled my heart as I stretched around his girth. I blinked as my eyes searched for his gaze, and caught it peering back at me, his mouth a little open.

He was panting, unmoving, before he clicked his tongue faintly. "Just a little pain…" he trailed off as his eyes darkened. "... can you endure that?" his tone sounded like a mix of self-restraint and ferocity.

My lips opened and closed like a fish. Honestly, I didn't feel the slightest hesitation to answer, but words wouldn't come out. I snapped when I realized I could speak in his head.

'I think… I'm a masochist,' as I was aroused just now.

He grinned, showing his fangs as his brows quirked. "A match made in hell, indeed."