The Duke's Passion

[WARNING: DETAILED MATURE-CONTENT AHEAD. THIS CHAPTER MAY BRING DISCOMFORT TO OTHERS. NOT ADVISABLE TO AGED 17 AND BELOW. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. I REPEAT THIS IS A PURE SMUT CHAPTER. IF YOU DON'T LIKE SMUT OR NOT AT THE PROPER AGE, SKIP THIS CHAPTER.]

Sam kissed me passionately, pressing me on the bed. My breathing deepened considerably. My face flushed.

I never knew what kissing was like aside from the true love kiss I've read. No wonder the princess, who slept for hundreds of years, awoke upon the kiss of the prince. No wonder the cursed frog prince broke free from the spell.

No wonder the girl who was poisoned by an apple returned to life. True love kiss was truly a wonderful thing.

It could make even a not beating heart beat back to life, racing, pumping, boiling blood that brought heat to one's body. Although what I've read wasn't detailed, they probably kissed as passionately as this one.

As I savored the sweetness of his lips, Sam slowly broke away from our kiss. I frowned as he drew away slightly. His eyes, so gorgeous but dangerous, flashed in adoration as he stared at me.

Even though I couldn't see myself, I knew my face was surely beet-red. My chest moved in and out, heavily panting for air.

Under his scrutinizing gaze, I pulled my arms closer to my bare chest. I gulped, discreetly skimming his chiseled body, which made me unconsciously bit my lower lip.

Such a breathtaking beauty… I wanted to kiss him.

"I can hear you, love." The corner of his lips tilted into a smirk.

Right… I pursed my lips in a thin line. How could I forget about that?

"You're gorgeous, love." Sam breathed, reaching for my arms to put them away from my bust. "You just don't realize it, but you are."

My heart fluttered as my cheek flushed. His eyes darkened, glinting with fascination and awe. 

The way he looked at me, from then and now, made me feel I'm beautiful. 

His gaze brought confidence in me. And I felt like believing his claims.

Sam's finger reached for my collarbones. The tip of his fingers traced down my shoulder, down to my chest.

As his finger traveled down, I couldn't stop the shiver running down my spine. My breath hitched as his finger stopped before it reached for my nipple. Frustration came over me as he smirked.

Slowly, he bent down and whisper. "Silly. I was simply checking."

Before I could inquire, my words rolled back as his lips trapped them back in my throat. This time, his kissed had lost the remaining restraint he had.

Fire. Now I'm — no, we're totally on fire.

I hooked my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I could feel his palms sensually tracing my outline; from the side of my breast down to my hip.

My eyes rolled back behind my eyelids. My back arched as he drew away, kissing me on the neck, going down to my bust.

Sam kissed along the curves of each of my breast, stopping to suckle my nipples briefly. A moaned escaped from my lips, feeling every emotion of his lips left on my skin.

He held me down, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along my stomach and hips. I held my breath, running my fingers through his soft hair, and gripped it tightly.

Sam kissed my center, squeezing my thigh as he parted my legs in all its glory. My head was spinning, blinking weakly as he stood on his knees.

He offered me a gentle yet encouraging smile. Carefully, he guided my knees up, holding my ankle.

With his eyes not leaving mine, he leaned closer to my ankle, kissing it. I gasped as I watched him.

Good riddance… watching him made me all tingly with need.

His kisses journeyed to the north — to my inner thigh. Upon licking my inner thigh, he stopped once again.

Don't…

"Oh, love." Sam chuckled, placing one of his fingers inside his mouth, wetting it. "Didn't I tell you in the beginning I'll eat you… alive?"

Huh?

My mind buzzed momentarily. Why was he blurting out that terrifying thing?

"Haha, silly. But you'll enjoy it." He humored. Confusion enveloped my head from it.

Enjoy what exa…?

Before I could finish the question, I had in my head, he gave me the answer right away. Sam began tracing circles on my lips below.

Again, my breath hitched at the phenomenal sensation his finger was doing. A small part of me wanted to shy away.

But the dominant part? I begged for more.

Sam was happy to oblige. He leaned down, taking me to another world I've never thought I'd be with just lying down.

He spent his time running his fingers along on my flower; kissing it, parting it, and licking it for a taste.

But he didn't fully dive in.

It frustrated me. I wanted him to touch me more, deeper, and do something to this tension inside me.

I felt helpless. But before I could moan in pure frustration, his finger circled around my pulsating tiny bean.

I gasped and threw my head back, yearning for him to continue. Wish granted, as his finger gently caressed my sensitive nub and then finally his tongue.

A sharp moan slipped past my lips. My fingers gripping his hair tightly as my back arched.

He sucked lightly, flicking his tongue rapidly against my nub. Using just enough force to make me scream his name in pleasure.

  I writhed on the bed, tugging and pressing his hair. Just when I thought this was the best, I thought wrong.

The next moment, Sam glided his finger, and it slipped inside. Another moan, much louder, broke free from my mouth.

I'm in heaven. His finger and tongue worked its magic. It started slow and steady, and then he quickened his pace, licking me furiously and fingering; both in the same rhythm.

I'm losing my mind, I feel like I'm losing my mind.

And then a sudden wave of pleasure washed over my body, screaming his name. It was only then he pulled himself from between my legs.

I felt wobbly, my body sweating as I panted, feeling as if I've run from hill to hill all day. I raised my gaze to him as he stood on his knees.

"Sam?" 

Sam smiled in content. But his smile told me it wasn't over yet.

"That's what I meant when I said I wanted to eat you." He said with a smirk, bending down as his hand circled around my waist.

My breath hitched, as I never thought that was what he meant before. But, uh...

"But we're just starting, love."