The Duke's Passion

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION]

"No but. I... fucking love it."

I chuckled and nodded in satisfaction, pleased by his honesty. I placed my thumb on top of its tip, raising a brow upon touching something sticky. The side of my lips stretched even more as I pressed my thumb and massaged his head in a circular motion.

"Ahh... Lil --" Sam flinched several times, feeling his thigh flexed as he curled his toes. I watched how his cheek colored in red, opened mouth helplessly.

"Let me touch you, wife," he requested under his breath, but I shook my head. "Shit...!" 

"You said I shouldn't change my mind just like that, right?" I coaxed and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Don't worry, I'm touching you, am I not?"

"Lilou, I want to touch you too," he complained helplessly.

"You will... later. Just obey now and you will get your reward later, hmm?" I glanced at him, sporting an innocent smile. Sam let out a deep sigh and ground his teeth.

"How can you smile so innocently while being so mischievous?" 

This time, I suppressed my giggles. I felt evil for teasing him like this, but it was fun. There would be no fun if we straight up made love. We had to take our precious time, making up for those lost years we couldn't enjoy.

"Just... enjoy like how I enjoy myself having only me in your mind right now." My eyes glinted as I smirked, feeling a little too possessive of my husband. I loved the thought of how he could only think of touching me.

I nibbled on my husband's neck, feeling him tremble as I licked and bit it gently. Sam was always ferocious on the battlefield, but I loved this side of him. Or rather... I loved that I was the only one who knew this side of him. 

The Great Samael La Crox could tremble and look so helpless in bed.

For some reason, Beatrice briefly crossed my head. Perhaps the reason she enjoyed sleeping around with royalties was that aside from it being fun, she could see this side of them. I didn't dwell on it, though. For me, my husband was already enough for me. 

I kissed Sam's collarbones. His supple skin smelled so sweet but had a slight taste of saltiness with his sweats. It was a wonderful combination, though. Since my other hand was doing nothing while the other was busy working on his arousal, I pinched his erected nipple lightly.

"Li... love!" Sam grunted as he panted, but I ignored him while I clipped his other nipple in between my lips. I flicked my tongue against his teat, hearing him gasp as I did. His erection also throbbed, ejaculating from all the stimulation I did. 

Once I let go of his nipple, I forgot to lick it clean. So the saliva from my lips stretched down to his nipple. But creating a little mess somehow spiced things up. Sam's eyes blazed with desire while staring at me. His chest heaved heavily, making me plant my palm on it to calm him down.

"I didn't know you liked being touched, Sam," I said in a soft voice, glancing at his bare top. I couldn't control myself and left red marks on his body, but I didn't regret the slightest. 

The sight of him and that wonderfully sculpted body full of my marks... I licked my lips. I loved it. During our time together, Sam mostly did all the work. There were only a few times I would lead and all those times were dull — compare to now. 

"I wonder what else to see..." I murmured, getting intoxicated by exploring him more and was excited about making new discoveries.

"Love, what else --" I cut him off by pinching his nipple a little. He grimaced, but it didn't seem he was in pain. Instead, he seemed overwhelmed by another wave of stimulation. Sam's nipples were sensitive; I mentally noted that down. 

But what else? My eyes scanned him and momentarily stopped stroking his phallus.

"Right..." I nodded as I bent over, brushing my hair to the side. I whispered "Sam" in his ear and licked his earlobe.

"Go down a bit," I ordered under my breath and was pleased when he obeyed without questions asked. Now, he was comfortably reclining, giving me more room to venture his body. 

Once again, I trailed kisses from his chest down to his firm navel. But instead of going directly into his bulge, I nibbled his hip and kissed him across the other side. My hand playfully caressed his waist, pulling the drawstring that kept his man's jewel hidden.

I gazed up on instinct, catching him watching me with anticipation. I smirked mischievously, taking my time on removing his pants. The space on his brows creased in frustration. But I loved this reaction. I knew he wanted to complain, but held it in. 

What a good boy.

To reward His Majesty's obedience, I gazed down as I revealed his huge mast. I nearly gasped upon seeing it. Although I had been stroking it and was aware of how huge it was, I didn't have any idea how massive it had grown. I couldn't even laugh at the thought of comparing it to a growing plant, now a mature tree. 

It was not that it was small before; actually, it was already huge for me. But this... it seemed its size doubled. I hid the fear that attempted to creep into my face. But deep down, I was in distress. How the hell would this fit?! I wouldn't be able to stand tomorrow, that was for sure. 

I mentally shook my head and tossed all those thoughts away. Instead, I gazed up at him and smiled.

"You've been good, my husband. Good boys will be rewarded, right?" I didn't look away from him as I stuck my tongue out, licking the tip of his phallus, and watched his mouth fall open. 

"Goodness..." this time, Sam didn't ask me as he sprawled his hand and stroked my hair. His eyes drooped helplessly, catching his breath.

"Suck it."

My brow raised. "Should I suck it?" I asked, watching his lower lip tremble. 

  "Yes… please."

I smiled, pleased at how polite my husband was.. "Then, I'll happily oblige."