Become The Duke’s Wife Or Die - Chapter 43

Moving forward repeatedly, pecking his which was still hiding behind the cloth.  Solid that pressed her lowest moist lips, touching her center spot though not directly.

Both her hands hugged his neck, while they moaned in the middle of kisses.  The air was getting hotter, the fine dust was like creating embers all over their bodies.

Duke Kleo’s hand was on the bed, supporting his body while letting Lyra be a completely sweet girl, letting her take the initiative to take the first steps.

Her skirts puffed up and covered their legs, hiding the twitches that were thirsting for each other, hiding the swollen ones that rubbed against each other.

“Lyra,” he hissed with difficulty, opening his mouth and letting her slide the tongue and then peck repeatedly.

Feeling her chest on his body is the greatest temptation.  He wants to squeeze them, then massages while pressing her bum, pulling her closer so that he feels her moistness is more satisfying.

Their mouths were still sucking each other, while their bodies were getting stung with desire.  Lyra gasped, groaning now and then, then jumping like wanted to crush his into pieces.  “Kleo,” she whined, hugging his neck, bouncing and jolting uncontrollably, hitting the steady one, giving pressure into her moist very deep.

“Kleo… Kleo, I…” Her voice was shaking violently, her face was red, her body burned, her hair was scattered.  Then she pulled his face, pointed it at her chest, asking him to suckle her.  “Kleo,” she asked as she moved.  “Please!”

He lifted her, tugged at the breeches, letting their come into direct contact.  He devoured her lips when he heard her moan, crashing their quickly.  Groaning, she clamped his inside her tight, pressing it inside her walls, pulsating together.

“Lyra, amazing…. My Dear. Your walls so…”  Thrust and helping her move, dragged off her dress and then suckled on her, sucked her pinky cherry like he was thirsty,  twisted another one, giving pinch and sweet torture.

“Kleo,” she whined, holding his head very tightly, as her hips moved, pecking at him.  Plash! As their hips slammed each other, swallowed and jabbed in the middle of their slimy, letting it overflow to the lower sides.

Moaned together.

‘He is so hard and huge,’ she thought, biting her lip, feeling her tear apart very satisfyingly.  ‘He fills me so well.  Kleo, you drive me crazy. Kleo!  Push yourself harder.  I want you!’

Biting, sucking, he looked up to see her face, saw her out of breath with reddening skin.  Her open mouth showed how much she enjoyed it right now, making him more cheerful.

“Lyra,” he called, lifting her waist during movement.  “Look me in the eye!”

Looked like she didn’t listen to him, her hop curve body was still crazy with their love, slammed over and over as if she wanted to dig a hole in her spot.

His hands cupped her tired face, sweat dripping in many places.  Bite and lick her earlobe, then whisper, “Look at my eyes!”

She had a hard time doing that, so he lifted her and moved her over to the end of the bed, squeezing her around the edges, pressing her closer so tightly.  Spread her legs quickly, devoured her lips together with him thrusting very hard, as if he was hitting a cave wall so that he could immediately make a hole and be free from it.

She screamed in satisfaction, smiled, hugged him very tightly as she spread wider herself, letting his inner thigh bump her, getting more jabs, jabs, and jabs as he chopped her into small pieces.  Her breath was uncontrollable, when his hands pulled her face and pressed their foreheads, then pulled them away.

“Look at my eyes!” He ordered gently, looking at her lying around on the bed, biting her lip, moaning occasionally.  Amid his thrust, he pulled her face again, pressed their foreheads together, then whispered more firmly, “Look at my eyes!”  Stopping the movement.

Whining, she hugged him while trying hard to open her eyes and look him in the eyes.  Then they smacked their lips, continuing their movement against each other.

Pressing her chest, he smoldered to see her body shivering.  His hands snaked to squeeze her backside, move around on her navel, climb to cup her chest, then rub them hard.  “My fluffy girl!”

“Kleo…” She moaned as he jabbed her blindly, filling her until the belly, hardened her chest on squeezing.  “Kleo, I…” Gasping for air, getting out of control, mad, brutal.  She arching her back, looking up while moaning.  “Kleo…”

“Me too,” he whispered, grimacing with trembling.  “Spur it together!”  The final thrust was carried out very brutally, making her scream in satisfaction.

All of her body shivered, her bottom lips clamping in enjoyment, pressing his inside her and making him roar with the very heavy liquid spur, overflowing, and spilling on their crotchets.  He thrust a few times, making sure he didn’t have anything inside of his anymore, then hugged her tightly, collapsed together, and gasped with a close eye.

He inhaled her scent, smiled happily, pulled her body closer as if he wanted to have her alone.  They were silent for a moment, calming each other’s breaths.

The sun was already tilting westward, indicating that noon had passed.  Lunch should be ready, and they should hurry up.

Lyra buried her face in his embrace, embarrassed to show herself.  She doesn’t believe in being persuaded by her desire to touch him, thus making them end up with made love. She didn’t want to deny that she missed him tearing her inside, feeling his sturdy and huge attack.  But isn’t this breaking her promise to run away?

“Pumpkin,” Duke Kleo whispered, kissing the top of her head.  “Are you okay?  I heard if a man did it too hard it might hurt you.  I didn’t hurt you did I?”  Even his still sank inside her, feeling the blanket from her sticky walls.

Lyra shook her head shyly.  “I’m all right,” she said, wanting to hide under the floor if necessary.

“Thank God!”  Pinching her chin at the same time made her look into his eyes, freeing him to explore the beauty and clarity of her blue eyes.  “We’ll have lunch soon, have to get ready now.  Do you want me to clean you up?”

Lyra blushed, then looked down again, shaking her head.  “I can do it myself.”  The tips of her feet moved restlessly.  “But… you will keep your promise right?”  Her hands rested in front of his chest.  “You’re going to let me ride outside of Wereal right?”

“Sure, as long as you take the servants and guards with you, or you take me.”

Looks like that’s enough.  Maybe this was all she could do for now.

They fell silent in silence, buried in each other’s thoughts.  Until then Mr. Bertus came into the room, standing behind the curtain covering the duke’s bed.

“My Lord, were you there?”  he asked, causing Lyra to sink into Duke Kleo’s arms to hide.

Duke Kleo chuckled in amusement.  “Yeah, I am here,” he replied to Mr. Bertus.  “What is it?  Has the lunch been prepared yet?”

“Yes, My Lord.  But before that, I have something to tell you.”

“What’s that?”

“A guest is coming, My Lord.”  Mr. Bertus took a deep breath, giving a suspicious pause.  “He is Marquess Helmut.”

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