Become The Duke’s Wife Or Die - Chapter 106

“The reason we were born no one knows,” Tania commented, like a life teacher.  “Maybe the universe doesn’t know.  The only one who knows about it is…” She couldn’t even utter any further words, stuck like a dam or maybe a dry river.

“Seems like you’re right,” he mumbled, unsure of where to look or who.  For several moments his heart broke for agreeing to that.  Life is ambiguous like a human who doesn’t become a human, like a living being but also feels like he has died.  What should he do?  What does he have to achieve and what does he aim for?  Everything feels empty, very empty.  “I don’t even know if I live or die.”

“You’re funny when you say that in front of other people who are still alive and can communicate with you.”

Tania’s chuckle stunned Baron Jason.  One by one the perceptions opened slowly, causing a variety of silences that seemed to be dense.  He had never even thought about it before, not at all.

A small smile was etched on his lips, looking more relaxed than before.  His hands again rubbed her face, drove around her jaw and lips.  They gaze at each other, more intimate than before, like joining each other’s heartbeats, which are rhythmic but also not.

“I feel like we’ve bonded.”  It was the first time he had said that to a girl.  And he was sure this was not one of his methods to ensnare her.  This is pure sincerity.  “And I feel happier because I’m with you.  Is it wrong?”

“I don’t think so,” she greeted warmly, over the fire in the coldest winter.  “Because I feel it too.”

“Is that true?”  Beads of light flashed in the corners of the eyes especially after seeing her nod as if to give up.  “I’m glad that you feel the same way.  Isn’t this a sweet coincidence?  Or is this not a coincidence, but a match?  What an amazing match.”  His thumb brushed again, creeping down her cheek, close to her ear.  The tip of his nose protruded through the strands of her hair, taking another sip of her scent as if she was thirsty.

She did nothing but hold her breath.  The relief in her chest from telling her all the dark times in the past had left an empty hole.  That hole is filled by various things that come suddenly, namely comfort and need.  Caresses were constantly writhing on her face, which was creeping up at various stinging points.

She was restrained with a tickle on her neck, turning into something that was tormenting sweet.  This was the first time she had felt this way when her legs were restless and confused when her face was flushed and stuttered when her arched back led to her bulging chest.  The body wobbled, piled up from one side to the other.

“Do you think we can be two people who have something special?”  he asked while kissing her cheek, sucking on her earlobe, thrusting her tongue in its hole.

She was silent, even though her mouth was slightly open, her chest was held tight and her breath was choking.  Moan, who was stuck in her throat, tormented her with a sweet tickle that came from her ear, down on her neck.  “I-I don’t know.”  Groan, when he bites on it, created several marks at many points, things she will never know.

She widened, as if fascinated, in the blush on her cheeks, as well as the tightly opened valve.  Sensual movement, with scattered strands of hair full of challenging impressions.

Lingered, he didn’t stop looking at her, like combing and trying to find something impossible to see.  On the beautiful light beads dancing around her, starting from the top of her head, sticking to the strands of her hair, sticking to her face, her skin, embedded in her eyes, growing on her lips.  Everything is perfect, looks intoxicating and amazing.

For too long, he devoured her lips deeply, sipping the sweetness uncontrollably, swapping sweetness from saliva, slurping together familiar flavors.  Everyone clashed, kicking each other’s breaths, like the bark of a wild animal, growling with hunger and not wanting to lose its prey.

A smoldering heat, which involuntarily spread over a whole body.  Feet that hit the sheets and bed, which hit her laps now and then.  They face-off, kiss in a better position, receive and give, share in new ways.

Tania had never kissed before, so her movements were stiff.  Her lips were closed, only a few inches open, making it difficult for him to explore.  Until then he bites her lower lip, making her scream in pain.  The gap that opened was finally used by him, sliding the tongue to sweep her cavity, examine her teeth one by one, to the ceiling, then to the tip of the throat, disturbing the defense.

She whined, lost in gasping for air when her body was finally weak.  Falling against her arching back, carrying her chest up to the sky along with his hands playing on it, looking for the peak that is still asleep, hidden behind the fabric.

“My Lord!”  Her voice aired when the chest got massaged, pressing around and also pinching on the cherries.  The ticklish mixed with lust suddenly stings all over the body, like igniting small embers.  An exploding flame, raging as if ready to burn anything.

Eyes widened, suddenly glazed with the sting.  Everything was centered on her core, which was now sticking out and ready to pour water.

“Do you like it?”  He teased after seeing her shake her head repeatedly, confused by the response she should give.  A new experience that trapped her in unfamiliar webs.  “Don’t you like it?  You said you admired me?  Why don’t you tell the truth?  We enjoy each other, right?”

She nodded her head quickly as if she wanted to quickly finish all of this even though she was confused about what way.  Finger crept never stopped, which was now replaced with unfolding the buttons to show all of her parts.

Baron Jason was stunned, seeing her breath deflated like flower petals blooming in the wind, so beautiful that it couldn’t be denied.  Sweet is waiting, as well as some points that still look innocent and innocent.

“You are so beautiful,” he complimented, smiling non-stop, looking at her trying to cover her parts.  “Don’t stop me, let me look at you!”  he asked shrewdly, in the softest tone ever.  “Because I don’t want to miss gazing at a pearl as beautiful as you.”

He crawled after unfolding his suit, just throwing.  They looked at each other, admiring each other, with passionate feelings.

At that time she waited with both hands still covering her chest, her will to open herself.  But on the other hand, she wanted the opposite.

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