The Duke's Passion

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

A day before my promised return to the Capital, we had almost completed our preparations. I opened my eyes for another busy day in Grimsbanne and my gaze instantly landed on Sam lying beside me. 

A subtle smile appeared on my lips, sprawling my hand to brush his hair lightly. Until now, I couldn't believe that my husband was alive. It still felt like a dream.

"Good morning," I greeted in a low tone as he slowly opened his eyes. "You came back?"

"Mhm. I missed you." His voice was rasped, moving closer as he pulled me into his warm embrace.. Sam planted a soft peck on my head, stroking my back.

"Sleep more," he said. "You've been working hard. No one will condemn you if you get up a little late."

"Mildred will be here soon."

"I'll just kill her."

"Sam."

"Kidding." He let out a low chuckle. "She won't go in here. I told Yul to keep everyone away from your chambers."

I looked up at him slightly. "You came prepared."

"Of course. I am your secret lover and we can't be found out until the right time, correct?" Sam pulled me closer to him while I chuckled. 

He had been very understanding about our setup. Since there were rats that were reporting to Stefan, Sam, Rufus, and Fabian had to keep being dead. In other words, Sam could only sneak inside his own house just like today. I didn't even know he went to sleep here last night.

"Thank you, love," I expressed, melting into his embrace. We had all been busy that I could not help but appreciate this idle morning. 

I closed my eyes to rest for a bit more. My brows knitted when I felt his hand on my back gliding down slowly.

"Sam." I sighed, snapping my tongue once.

"What?" he feigned ignorance, squeezing my buttocks lightly.

"You told me to rest. I'm pretty sure where this will lead contradicts that suggestion." 

"But..." Sam drew away, bending down and planted soft kisses on my neck and shoulder. "... you will just lie down there like a dead tuna."

My brows furrowed, pushing his shoulder away. I caught him off guard as I swiftly changed position; me on top of him, tilting my head to the side.

"Excuse me?" I raised a brow, staring at his wide eyes. "Lie like, what?"

The corner of his lips stretched from ear to ear, staring at me in delight. He bit his lower lip seductively.

"I guess I was wrong," he admitted with mischief in his eyes. "Goodness. I can't keep you under me anymore."

"My husband." I placed my palm on his firm chest, batting my eyes ever so slowly. "You have to admit that you find it more arousing when I'm on top of you, isn't it?"

"Well, not all the time, but I liked how you catch me off guard like today." He winked.

I bent over, brushing the apex of my nose against his nose with our lips barely touching. Sam bit his lip, clicking his tongue at the teasing.

"Please, don't tease me like this." He sighed, trying to kiss me on the lips, but I kept drawing back.

A giggle escaped my mouth. "You just have to lie down there like a log, my husband. What's the rush?"

I kissed his lean cheek, his jaw, going up to nibble his earlobe. Sam let out a frustrated grunt as he stroked my thigh gently.

"Goodness. Since when did you get so good in seduction?" he inquired as my lips travel down his exposed chest, leaving my marks on him.

I paused momentarily, looking up at him in disbelief. "There is this culprit who wouldn't let me off every other day. Which makes me wonder what the hell is he doing by traveling back and forth."

My eyes veered to his nipple, biting my lower lips lightly before pressing my thumb on it. Sam furrowed his brows, watching me crawl to his nipples before nibbling it.

"Oh, oh." His body flinched as he gasped, surprised at his body's reaction as well.

"Tickles?" I asked, raised brows.

"Yes, surprisingly."

The corner of my lips stretched into a smug grin. For the past four months, we had shared many passionate nights... and day; I discovered Sam had quite a few sensitive parts he didn't know about. He had also learned new techniques and areas I was sensitive to which gave each love making a fresh experience. 

"Do you hate it?" I licked his teat sensually, seeing how his mouth fell open.

"I hate nothing you do." Sam brushed my hair back, smirking as I resumed.

My lips planted kisses from his upper abdomen, going further down to the firm muscles in his stomach, and then his navel. He shivered slightly. I loved it when Sam pin me down and feeling his weight over. But, there was just this unique satisfaction whenever I take charge.

There was just something whenever I feel his body shiver slightly upon my touch. Seeing his anticipation in his eyes made me feel so powerful and playful.

I stopped when I reached his abdominal v-line, gazing up to see him looking back at me. Sam was panting, raising his brow knowingly.

"Be my guest." He smirked, wriggling his brows playfully. 

"I'm not asking for your permission, Sam. I am looking to see whether I stop or continue." I smirked back, casting him a knowing look. 

He gasped in disbelief. "You're not planning to leave me hanging, do you?"

"Well, maybe if you asked nicely." I shrugged as I giggled.

"Ugh... please, my wife. Don't do this to me --" His voice hitched as I stroke his bulge against my palm. "You're a dangerous woman. Please don't play with my fragile heart."

"Lucky you. I'm not simply playing with your heart." I bit the waistline of his slacks, pulling it down. "Why would I leave you hanging if you didn't deserve such punishments?"

"Gracious. This will be the tale of how the great me became a good boy." His reply made me chuckle as his man's jewel let itself known.

My fingers carefully wrapped around him. "I should ink that story," a teasing voice came out of my mouth as I bent over, brushing my hair to one side to have my breakfast.

Sam hissed in satisfaction, flinching as he ran his fingers through my hair and held it up.