Chapter 137: I Love You
Damien’s sincere words had an uncanny ability to coax an awkward yet genuine smile onto Rosalie’s face. Her cheeks responded by taking on a subtle blush, akin to a delicate brushstroke of pink. The peculiar sensation lingered, for it remained sowhat unusual to witness the Duke engaging in such unrestrained conversation and openly baring his emotions. Yet, amid the peculiarity, there thrived an undercurrent of exhilaration, and just maybe, a sense of being uniquely cherished.
But before she could react to his words, Damien gently brushed her hair away from her neck and planted a few light kisses on it, tickling the girl’s sensitive skin with his hot breath. Slowly, the man’s big hand slid underneath the collar of Rosalie’s white shirt, moving it down in order to reveal her right shoulder.
His lips t her soft skin once again, gently leaving their marks as they moved down while his arms were pressing her closer to his own body. Lost in the mont, Rosalie began to lt under his loving touch until she finally felt a gentle bite on her shoulder which made her instantly turn around in order to voice a playful complaint.
Unfortunately for her, the duke was not willing to allow her to speak. The mont Lady Ashter’s face appeared in front of his, he swallowed her lips with unexpected greed as if he had been holding himself back all this ti. But Rosalie did not mind it. In fact, now that she knew that her husband’s actions were sincere, she could not help but share his greed for one another. And just like him, she simply wanted to be with him, feel his touch, feel his presence.
Just like him, she simply wanted more.
With their lips still locked together, the duchess wrapped her arms around Damien’s neck and turned around, positioning herself on top of his lap. As their kissing intensified, she felt rapid tingles spreading all over her body and a pleasant warm sensation in the lower part of her stomach growing stronger.
The duke’s hands started moving down his wife’s back, sliding over the thin fabric of her clothes and gripping her waist with his fingers controlled by the strong urges of passion.
In no ti, their clothes began to get looser as their hands were craving to feel the hotness of each other’s flesh. And despite the fresh, cooling sensation left by the touch of the sping breeze, the two of them felt nothing but heat, in both their bodies and hearts.
As Rosalie’s shirt was no longer covering her chest, Damien’s lips moved down from her neck, pausing briefly to trace the outline of her collarbones, and started gently kissing her breasts, igniting her passion even more with each enticing movent of his soft lips and tongue.
With the man’s tender yet ardent touch, Lady Ashter could not help but feel weaker with every passing mont. Her hands instinctively pressed against Damien’s head, drawing him closer, her long fingers wandering through his soft hair, digging into it during the occasional monts of the shuddering sensations that shook her entire body like an earthquake.
It was too enchanting to resist and Rosalie knew that she was ready to move forward but the duke desired her satisfaction more than his own.
With one swift, passionate movent, Damien pressed Rosalie’s body against the soft surface of the blanket and with his lips locking onto hers once more, moved his warm hand down her stomach and softly pressed it against her crotch, teasing her with a few subtle carcasses while enjoying her fervent attempts to release a moan.
Then, as if having decided to finally stop the teasing, he gently touched Rosalie’s most sensitive spot and started massaging it slowly at first, increasing the speed and intensity of his movents in response to the lady’s reactions.
Even after the long night of passion that they had experienced not so long ago, the pleasure enveloped Rosalie as if it was her first ti – gasping for air almost desperately, she dug her nails into the blanket, feeling the soft layer of grass underneath it, and let the strong feeling of incomparable satisfaction wash over her akin to a relentless storm.
Pleased with such a reaction, Damien was about to proceed but this ti, it was Rosalie who decided to take control.
Taking advantage of the duke’s defenseless state, she briskly mounted on top of him, pressing his strong shoulders against the ground, and grinned almost slyly, savoring her little victory over him.
Damien could not help but let out a short scoff – Rosalie was both incredibly seductive and cute and "losing" to her like this felt a thousand tis better than winning in anything else.
Thus, savoring her husband’s "defeat
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