Chapter 67: 67. Make love to .
After my little drama in the bathtub, Duke helped
out as my legs had completely fallen asleep. He wrapped a thick white robe around
and carried
out of the bathroom bridal style.
Turns out sitting in a tub of cold water for a very long ti was a very stupid idea. As soon as I was out of the water I began to tremble vehently as my entire body was freezing.
I was now feeling the cold deep inside my bones.
Still in his arms, Duke carries
down the stairs, to the living room because it has the biggest fireplace in the house. He sets
down on a couch and hurriedly runs back up to bring so thick blankets. He wraps
up like a burrito before going on to light up the fire in the hearth.
Silently, I watch as he does everything, going back and forth frantically, trying to make sure I’m comfortable and that I don’t freeze to death. After successfully lighting up the fire, he walks up to , walks around the couch and pushes it from behind with
still sitting in it.
He pushes and pushes almost effortlessly until the couch is just about two feet away from the fireplace.
When he’s finally satisfied with the distance between
and the fireplace, he stops pushing and walks around the couch again till he’s standing before .
"How are you now?" He crouches down in front of
as he takes one of my feet from under the blanket, gently squeezing it in his hand. "Better?" He asks again.
I nod and try to form a smile, "Better." I say and he nods but continues rubbing my feet.
"I still think you’re too cold though." He says and readjust the blanket over my body. "Maybe we should go to the hospital. I don’t know how long you were in there. You still look pale and—"
"D_Duke, I’m fine." I say.
"Pagne you are not fine. You—"
"I will be. The fire is starting to warm
up. I promise. The color will soon return to my face." I try to reassure him but who am I kidding? I can see nothing I will say will make him stop worrying.
"Then let
make you sothing warm." He suddenly says. "I’ll make you sothing hot with a little bit of spirit to warm you from the inside." He says and is about to rise to his feet but I grab onto his wrist, stopping him from going.
Silently, I stare into his eyes, then I open my mouth "Just stay with ." I softly say. "Just hold ."
...
After changing into sothing more comfortable and not wet, Duke heeded my request to hold .
With my back and head pressed on his chest and his arms wrapped strongly around , we sit in the silence of the night, watching the flas dance to a nonexistent beat.
"How are you?" I feel the vibration of his voice from his chest. "Hm?" He hums and slowly begins to stroke my hair that is still cold, but no longer dripping wet.
"I’m not sure." In all honesty, I really don’t know how I’m feeling right now.
"I’m really sorry I hit you earlier." He suddenly apologizes
"You were panicking and I—"
"I understand Duke." He really doesn’t need to explain his reason to . Anyone with common sense will understand why he did what he did.
I an I was in a bathtub filled with water, he found
in a position that seed like I was trying to drown myself. He tried to help
out but I kept fighting and wriggling. I could have slipped, could have hit my head, broken an arm or worse.
The fact is at that mont I was a danger to myself and he was my salvation... Again.
"I really do. It’s like hitting a choking baby on the back so they can cough out whatever is choking them. The hit might seem harsh but it’s all for their sake. I understand why you did that, so you don’t have to keep apologizing." I simply say.
I feel his lips press at the center of my head and a smile tugs at the corners of my lips, "But it did hurt though." I confess and he groans.
"Ugh, Pagne, would you like to punch ? No, you know what, just do it." He turns
in his arms so half of my body is facing him. "Go on, hit
back. In fact you can have two strikes, I don’t mind—"
"Haha," I chuckle as I see him panicking. "teasing you is fun." I say and he’s just silently staring at . Is he mad that I teased him? "Duke I was just—"
"Are you feeling a little better now?" He asks again. Is this question because I laughed? Maybe.
"The thought of it still makes
want to cry," I truthfully say. "So I’m just trying not to think about it."
His hand crawls onto my cheek and his thumb caresses the space underneath my eye as I’m looking up at him "We’ll get through this..." He says like an unbreakable promise, "Together." He adds.
He knows I have nothing to give him. He knows I’m an empty woman now, but he still treats
with so much kindness and love. I’m so grateful for this man. "Thank you Duke." I wish I had t him sooner in my life. I wish he wasn’t my second but my first and only husband.
But I’m grateful that he’s here for
right now, in a ti like this.
And I love him.
"Duke," I turn my whole body to face him now and the blanket slips down to my waist as I rise to my knees before him.
"Hm?"
"I’m still a little bit cold." I say as I bring my hand to the rope of the robe he had diligently tied around my waist. "I_ I want you to w_warm
up." Damn, I wanted to sound confident. I didn’t want to stutter.
I loosen the rope around my waist and with no single reason to doubt my decision, I push the robe down the length of my chest and pull my hands out of the enormous sleeves.
He already saw it all in the bathroom earlier, so I wonder why his eyes look so shocked as they move from my face to my open breasts in front of him.
But I love it... Do look on his face.
"Make love to , Duke." I say these words with every courage I can conjure.
"P_Pagne right now you—" I don’t want to hear it so I lean closer to him and kiss him.
"Don’t turn
down tonight." I mumble over his lips, "Please..." I beg.
"I won’t."
His lips instantly seizes mine and as his arms snake around my back and waist, mine wraps around his neck as he pulls
to sit on his laps.
Hungrily, he devours the corners of my mouth as though he has forgotten what it tastes like and is trying to learn it all over again.
His tongue moves around in my mouth as though it’s on a mission to learn the layout. Deeper and deeper he goes, making
shiver in a delightful manner as he feeds
with the sweet taste of his lips.
In the silence of the night, only the sounds of the fire crackling, our ragged breaths and our wet lips smacking against each other can be heard. His fingers walk magically at my back, tracing that straight line that indicates the position of my spine, causing
to arch my back as sweet, sweet tingles ripples throughout my system ti and ti again.
"More." I whisper into his lips as my fingers begin to wander into his hair. It’s like an endless wave of sweetness as his kisses transcends from fast to a slower pace.
His lips slips out of mine, leaving my mouth open and yearning for more but he goes for my chin instead. He places a kiss there and then slowly, he begins to create a curvy pattern from my chin down to my neck.
He places a kiss on a spot between my neck and my collar bone and I feel my pulse quicken as a breath escapes my lips.
My entire body arches as I want him to kiss
longer there.
As though he can understand my silent pleas, he lingers on my neck, sucking
there. Biting, then sucking again, each and every action causes my body to rise and fall in a dangerously sweet manner.
"Kiss ." I beg and he does. His lips find my own once again and as he’s kissing , he’s pushing
back slowly.
With every move of his tongue my back gets closer to the couch until I can feel my body resting on the couch with my face looking up and my eyes slowly opening as he breaks the kiss.
I look up at him and now he’s kneeling on the couch before .
For a long minute, his eyes rake the form of my being, completely naked before him. Those hot gray eyes staring at
right now are burning
inside out.
He’s staring too much. It’s uncomfortable in a very sweet way. I can see the honest awe in his eyes as he feasts his eyes on my naked body.
In a swift motion his shirt is off his body, revealing a perfectly chiseled chest and abs that I’ve gotten used to seeing, but still can’t help but gulp down in anticipation as I stare at him right now.
He leans in and when I think he will kiss
he speaks instead, "Do you truly want this?"
I don’t even need to think about the answer. In fact I’m starting to regret not doing it earlier. "Yes. Yes I—mmph." His lips shut every other thing I might have to say.
I’m shocked when one of his palms takes one of my breasts in his hand and he begins to squeeze.
Oh Dear God... This feeling is too good.
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