The night passed with the lovemaking session between Duke Alexavier and Duchess Bernice.Sunlight started falling on the duchess’s face, making her slowly open her eyes. As she did, she rubbed them slightly,tears still trailing down her cheeks.
"Is it already morning? Did I sleep so little last night?" the duchess mumbled, still rubbing her eyes.
She removed the blanket and tried to stand, walking towards the washroom. However, she fell to the ground in front of the mirror beside the bed.
"What is it? I can’t feel my legs. They keep trembling as soon as I put my feet on the floor."
"Why are there so many red marks on my body? Why am I naked? What keeps licking down there?" she thought, soon recalling the mory of the previous night.
"Is it your consent, wife? If you won’t give your permission, I won’t even touch you," she rembered the duke whispering into her ear.
"Was it really real?" she said, turning around to find the duke sleeping bare-chested, his lower half covered.
"Did I really do it with him? No, I can’t believe this. Everything feels like a dream," she said, a smile lingering on her face.
"What is it, wife? Do you still have so much strength in this early morning that you dared to leave my side?" he said,pulling her closer to him on the bed and wrapping his arm around her.
"You need rest. I know I beca a little harsh when you called my na last night. It excited hearing my na from your lips, and I couldn’t control myself even though you never told to stop." He smirked.
"What are you saying? I would never do such a shaless thing. You’re making everything up," the duchess said, trying to deny it.
"I’m making things up? So you also forget how you danced above like a butterfly last night? Is that true, duchess? Or am I just making it up to tease you?" he asked, smirking again.
The duchess tried to push him away and run, but he caught her.
"You still haven’t answered my question, duchess. You have to answer everything, just like I do with you. Otherwise, I won’t be able to know what you know," the duke said, making her recall sothing similar from the previous night.
"I won’t be able to know what you want from unless you open your lips and speak what you want," she rembered.
"It was only a spur of the mont," the duchess said.
"Spur of the mont? What are you saying? It was obvious you wanted it too. I didn’t force myself on you. Then how could you say it was just a spur of the mont?" The duke sounded worried.
"It’s as I said. I never said you forced , but I’m saying it was the demand of the situation. In that situation, I couldn’t control my desires either. So it happened. You don’t have to take this seriously. I won’t ask you to take responsibility.Think of it as a one-night stand," she said, trying to leave again.
"No, it’s not a one-night stand. Not for . Nor for you. I know you didn’t an it last night. And it’s not what you think it is either. So stop hiding behind the secret curtain and co out to ," the duke said.
"Duke, stop stretching this situation. I’m not trying to be angry with you, nor do I want to make you feel bad. And if it isn’t a one-night stand, then what is it? Do you have a na for this? As you know, our marriage has ended. So, we are not related to each other. I’m not your wife, nor you my husband. So, without a relationship, doing all this is right? Does this have another na besides a one-night stand?" the Duchess asked calmly.
"I told you last night. I’m madly in love with you, not now, not at the ti of our marriage, but I’ve been loving you from the mont you entered my life." he said, holding the Duchess’s shoulder.
"Don’t say things like this. I love you. I love you so much," he said, cupping her face and pulling her to kiss once again.
Their lips t once again.
"Duke, don’t do this again," the Duchess said slowly, losing control with the kiss.
"I will do it every ti. I’m not going to let you go easily. I’ve finally found you. Last night you finally said what you want. Even though you only showed your fingertips out of the hidden place, I still think it’s enough for to think you love , and I will let you speak soon," he said, intertwining their tongues, their lips connected by a string of saliva.
"Keep thinking! It’s not going to happen," she said, running into the bathroom. Duke followed her, making the Duchess gasp.
"What are you doing here? I didn’t call you here," she stuttered.
"I know you didn’t call , but you need my help." he said.
"I don’t need your help. I can call a maid to help with my bath." she said.
"Maid? Can you endure them seeing you like this?" the Duke said with a smirk, making her look down as sothing lingered between her thighs.
"Youuuuu!!!!!" she groaned.
"Yes, , my wife. I’m the one reason for this, but you are also a part of it." he said.
"If you wouldn’t hold so tightly, then this would never have happened. I asked you nurous tis that you can release if you don’t want it, but you didn’t. Instead, you tightened your grip around my waist, making irresistible for you." the Duke said.
"And that doesn’t sound like a one-night stand to ? Because they would never want this, wife," Duke smirked, looking at her flushed face.
"I don’t rember! Don’t manipulate my words!" the Duchess pouted.
"I’m not manipulating you, wifey. This is what you said last night." he said.
"You held onto my waist so tightly that I couldn’t even move. It was irresistible for to let go of the pressure you were making feel." the Duke said.
"Stop saying anything. And do what you wanted to do." the Duchess said while covering herself.
"You ca here to wash up, right? Do it! Don’t you dare look at ." the Duchess exclaid.
"If I don’t look at you, then how am I supposed to wash you up?" the Duke asked.
"Who said you would wash up?" she asked.
"If I’m not, then how would you let out those strings lingering between your thighs? Can you do it by yourself? I don’t think so." the Duke smirked.
"I... I can! Who said I can’t," the Duchess stamred while turning the other way.
"Okay, so I’m turning the other side. Do your best, okay!" the Duke said while turning away.
The Duchess peeked again towards him to see if he was looking or not.
"Wife, I’m not looking!" the Duke said with a loud laugh.
"Don’t peek!" she shouted and looked down. She saw she was still dripping, making her blush at the scene.
She raised her hand and looked at them. "Can I really let them out?" she thought, and once again, she tried to put her hands toward her lower half.
"Duchess, I’m sure you need my help." the Duke ended up popping himself from behind, making her startle.
"I said to look away, right? Why did you pop up behind ? Stay away!" she said, completely flushed.
"You can’t do it, wife. Let help you." he said, and he placed his finger on her flower, making her moan once again.
"See, your body reacts perfectly. You want , no matter how much you deny you like ." the Duke said, while the Duchess closed her mouth, suppressing her voice.
"Don’t suppress them. No one is going to listen to you. It’s just and you. No one else. I’m only going to listen to your sweet voice." he said, while cleaning her up thoroughly, moans echoing in the empty bathroom, making her voice louder.
"Are you done?" the Duchess said, trying to suppress her voice.
"Yes, a little bit." he said with a smirk. Finally, he let his finger out, cleaned her up, and placed her in the bathtub filled with foam water.
"Now you can go!" the Duchess said, looking away.
"No, I still have to wash your entire body." he said, and started applying body wash all over her body while massaging her thoroughly.
"Is it relaxing, wife?" he asked.
"It is!" she subconsciously let out her feelings.
"See, your body answers through your mouth too." the Duke said.
"I didn’t an to say this. It did it on its own. My lips just let out the weird noises." the Duchess explained.
"Your lips and body are both so honest, my love," he said, placing a kiss on her shoulder again.
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