Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

Gilbert walked in as soon as the roar had echoed from the room. Startled by his unexpected appearance, Molitia struggled to escape from Raven’s clutches but he had no such intention of releasing her at all.

“We’re already done, so put them away. Also, we don’t need any desserts.”

“Understood.”

Gilbert straight away called in the other servants to quickly take away the dishes. They were cleared out as swiftly as they were arrayed earlier, the emptied plates were placed on trays before vanishing outside the room.

“Is this all right?”

Molitia nodded meekly while she was still within his arms.

“Gilbert, I’m going to bed. Therefore, stop all the servants from approaching the room.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t come to me unless it’s something urgent.”

“Understood.”

Feeling a tad restless, she wriggled in his arms, making a fluttering sound that resulted in her furiously flushed face. The attentive butler quickly stepped out of the room for the sake of his bashful mistress.

“You don’t have to say it like that.”

“Why? Is it better to have an audience?”

“That’s not what I meant!”

A tiny fist eventually landed on his chest. He immediately frowned when he was hit by that soft fist.

“You should now exercise as you had just eaten.”

“Shameless…”

“Did you just call your husband ‘shameless’?”

He retorted mischievously as he nibbled on her nape.

“That’s just wrong. You should say that this is actually very good for a married couple.”

Raven’s fingers prodded lightly into her nape while he stripped off her clothes. His hands were getting impatient as he grasped her breasts.

Is that so? There was no mentioning of the details of what a good couple should be doing in the particular book, which she had read. In fact, sex was never even written as a part of the ideal relationship.

His fingers ran tenderly across her chest when he started to prod his index finger over her soft breast. He then gently twisted her soft nipples that quickly perked up as a result.

Her heated body gradually cooled off a little before quickly getting excited again. She panted quite heavily when his hands wandered around her navel as he was stripping her.

“You heat up so easily despite the fact that I have yet to remove your clothes thoroughly?”

His caresses traced down after stroking her narrow waist. Then, his touch eventually brushed over her thin underwear before he rubbed against her soft flesh.

“Ha…….”

Molitia breathed out passionately against Raven’s nape. His finger then found its way to her swollen clitoris before kneading it slightly at the tip of her underwear.

“Molitia, spread your legs.”

He whispered sweetly. Obscene words were stirring up in Molitia’s ears. His long fingers swept along her thighs that were locked down just like a clam would. At the same time, a thrilling sensation struck her as her clothes rustled under his touch.

He could feel her euphoria even without looking into her underwear. His hand was soaked as he grasped her moistened core. It was clear as day that she was longing for his bulge as she twitched upon his titillating touch.

Molitia’s clothes were slowly stripped down to her waist before falling down onto the floor, exposing her naked white body completely in full view. The only garments left were her thin bustier and her drenched underwear, which caught his eyes that were completely filled with passion.

“Molitia.”

His tenacious gaze was locked onto her. With his hand dripping in desire, he tenderly pressed it against her thigh.

“You’re not going to open them?”

“…don’t look.”

She said meekly. Her hands were clutching on the hem of his shirt while blushing furiously down till her neck.

Despite her hesitation, she still began to spread her thighs slowly. Her outspread milky white legs that were on his lap made her centre become much more visible.

“Well done.”

His low voice reverberated on top of Molitia’s head. Then, his hands that were wandering around her thighs, creeped in. He steadily flicked her thin underwear before thrusting his long fingers inside.

“Ah, yeah…”

“Sometimes, I ponder. How many fingers can fit in here? I wonder if one day, this tight place of yours will swallow all of my fingers.”