The Duke's Passion

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. NOT ADVISABLE TO AGEs 17 AND BELOW. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]

I knew he wasn't Sam, but his actions, his every kiss, it didn't even feel sensual, more like heartwarming. He also knew what to say and do things in perfect time. Like magic, all the rage I felt for him for using my husband's face vanished.

I was grateful, but as well... pathetic.

For breaking my own rules, for falling for someone who resembled my husband's soul, and just for simply letting him do whatever he wanted to do with me, I condemned myself. But I had sinned enough, so sinning once more wouldn't matter..

'I'll deal with the guilt later,' I told myself, watching him hold my foot as he leaned to his side. He planted a kiss on my instep, eyes burning on me.

"Done," he announced, as he had kissed me all over my body. 

"Thank you," I expressed with a smile, but just then, he kissed my instep once again, going up to my shin. It was hot as the sound of his kisses echoed in my ears like a lullaby. 

Sam lifted my foot and placed it on his shoulder, tracing my inner thigh with the apex of his nose. Even after all that, his eyes rarely left my gaze, as if observing every little change in my reaction. 

"Ah --" I snapped as he suddenly bit me lightly.

"Did that hurt?" he inquired, placating the area he bit with a soft kiss.

"I was just… surprised." I pursed my lips, biting my lower lip. Sam would occasionally bite me whenever sadness tried to join the party — it was already sad, though. Still, his constant bites diverted my attention, as I felt like weeping at some point.

"You should be on your guard, Your Grace." He reminded me, making me chuckle, but was short-lived as he squeezed my thigh. "Because if you don't, I'll take advantage of your vulnerability and capture your heart."

"Pfft--!" Capture my heart? He didn't mean it literally, right?

"Well, I might as well give it to --" I gasped, mouth wide open as he suddenly placed a thumb on my nub. He carefully pressed a bit, moving it in a slow, circular motion. 

"Don't give it so easily," he muttered, kissing my inner thigh whilst working on my nub. "Let me work hard for it."

"Then... you will have to work hard all your life and the only consolation you will get is my body." I cleared my throat, toes curling as I hissed when he slowly slid his thumb down to my entrance.

"Hmm, no." He withdrew his thumb to his lips, licking it while staring at me. His action forced me to focus on him, gulping down while biting my inner lip.

"Taste just as sweet as ever." He smirked, eyes glinting. I'm bewitched. He then swiftly held both my thighs and pulled me down a little. He shot me a sharp look, smiling slightly.

"I am a man who takes all, Love." Slowly, he guided my knees up, spreading them as his eyes landed on my beaver. "And all means your body, your mind, your heart, your soul, your life, and your death — your all."

"That… is a long list."

"It is, indeed." He nodded, bending over leisurely. "I'll start with your body and I will make sure that what I will do to your body will never leave your mind."

"Wai — " My breath instantly hitched as I instinctively closed my knees. However, His other hand blocked my other leg as he licked my nub. A reckless 'ah,' escaped my mouth as I arched my back, toes curling. 

His tongue flicked against my bud, causing me to shiver each time. He didn't give me time to use my head as my mind gradually focused on how he twirled and swam in this pool of moisture.

It was amazing.

"Sam..." I called softly, running my fingers through his dark hair. "I --" and as if he didn't like me talking, I gasped once again as he slid a finger inside. Was he insane? How could he... I bit my lower lip as hard as I could, wrapping my legs around him while his tongue and finger did their work.

Sam... oh, Sam.

My grip on his hair tightened, tugging it as I closed my eyes and arched my back. He was driving me crazy as his other hand reached for my bosom, clipping my teat in between his thumb and forefinger. 

Even though all I did was lie down, I was panting and sweating, basking in his scalding flames. My head felt light as a feather, intoxicated and slowly getting hooked on this type of ecstasy I had nearly forgotten. 

"Sam, no, wait..." My breath hitched as he quickened his pace, hastening me to release everything — to give him my all. Just one last thrust and my mouth fell open, arching my back as my toes clasped the sheet, feeling the heart of my femininity pulsate.

I panted for air, feeling my knees tremble as they went weak. My grip on his hair loosened as my body relaxed, twitching every few heartbeats, and he pulled his finger out. Standing on his knees, he gazed down at me, tilting his head to one side and then slowly to the other.

"How lovely," he muttered, licking his finger sensually as if he still hadn't had his fill. I could feel all the heat traveling to my face, staring back at him. 

"Your face still makes that reaction every time." He pointed out, making me raised my brows, closed-lipped. "You're driving me crazy."

Sam bent over once again as his hand landed on my palm, sliding his fingers in between mine. His weight covered my body; his chest against mine, inhaling my deep breaths. I could feel the heat of his budge under his pants in between the junction of my legs.

"How can I control myself...?" he whispered, brushing his nose against mine as if he was suppressing his intense hunger, his thirst. He was akin to a depraved beast that didn't want to end feasting after so long. 

I mustered all my strength to lean forward, planting a peck on his lips. "Don't control." His eyes that were burning passionately raised to meet mine.

"Tonight, I'm all yours." I smiled subtly, and his eyes immediately darkened with desire, with need, with longing. The consent I gave him, he surely didn't disappoint because he had taken everything — everything I had forfeited and didn't.