Become The Duke's Wife Or Die

He encircled around the folds, parted and pinched, then part them again, picked up the pulsate moist.  His lips whispered in her ear again, "Call me and I will come to you."

Amid her gasping, she choked and complied, "Kle-Kleo!"  As her body moved restlessly.  The pressure also stimulated her to toy with it horribly, like it would blow up anything inside it.  "Kleo!" she called again, shaking her head, still having more resistance in her heart, although there was a side that yearned for her.

Duke Kleo snorted, pulling himself up.  His eyes looked disappointed.  "Just forget it!"  he said, annoyed.  "You can't do this," he continued.  "You're still holding yourself back.  Our agreement is canceled.  I won't help you pay off the debt."  His body rose from the bed, sticking out like a very high tower, almost touching the ceiling.

His eyes looked down, with straight eyebrows as straight as his lips, a sign of the anger that overcame him.

Lyra immediately got up and sat up straight, freed from the ambiguity that was tormenting her.  Now that he has let go of her, her fear is even more inflamed.  This was the only hope she had.  Only he can help her to pay off the compensation she has to pay to Mr. Pinn, which is now having interest.  Because otherwise Tania will be sold as a slave.

"My Lord!"  stopped Lyra, gripping Duke Kleo's arm.  Her brows slanted while her eyes looked withered.  "I-I beg you, don't go!"

"Why am I still here?"  His face looked away.  "I'd rather go to my room to rest than waste time."

"I will do it well."

"You're even still calling me a peerage instead of my name."

"Kleo."  Lyra pleaded, gripping Duke Kleo's arm even tighter.  "I beg!  Give me a chance.  I really need your help."

He didn't answer but remained silent as he glared at her as if he was judging or justifying.  His stout figure was like that of a handsome giant, which cast down a shadowy silhouette beyond that of a giant.

"I won't hold myself back anymore," she said reassuringly.  Now both hands cupped his, grasping earnestly.  "I promise.  Give me another chance!  I really need your help."

He brushed her hand away when seeing she tried to crawl and reach his sensitive.  "I want to see your sincerity, not ask you to please me with your fake feeling."

"Then what should I do if you don't even want to give me a chance?"  She let go of his hand, leaving him hanging empty.  Her hands were now cupping her face, helping her not to cry.

She knew he was punishing her, in ways she couldn't beat.  And now she understands how big his anger is.  Then her body shuffled, choosing to lie down and sleep, thinking it was all over.  She won't get any help from him. The end!

But suddenly he grabbed her by the shoulders, squeezed as if asking her to turn around.

Like a hope, she finally turned her head, pensively looking at him who was silent.  "Yes?"  Her eyes turned to look at his two eyes alternately.

"This is your last warning, so do it well!"  Duke Kleo ordered, looking away with blushing cheeks after seeing Lyra nod her head with a smile.  'Why is she so beautiful?' he thought.

"Alright!" she nodded.  "I will do it!"  Back inching, she finally corrected the position, lay down feeling raging and nervous.  A blanket still covered her up, making her look like a sleeping princess.

"You shouldn't cover yourself up."

Once again she nodded, crawling out from under the blanket.  The white pajama that clung to her body was like an elegant thin mosquito shelter, with long sleeves reaching to the wrists and a skirt that reached below the knees.

Swallowing saliva, Duke Kleo sat back beside her, absorbing her beauty deeply, as if he could taste her.  "I will do it slowly, so don't ever hold yourself back!  I'll keep judging.  And if you fail to do so this time, then our agreement will truly end.  Do you understand?"

Lyra nodded again, this time reassuring herself.  Her resolve was unanimous, and her goal was determined.  There is no time to hesitate, Tania can only be saved by her.  "I'm ready," she said, taking a deep breath, bending down like a log, glancing at him now and then.

Hot breath hit her cheek, as his soft lips kissed her, pressing and pinching.  Closing her eyes, she tried to shed her doubts one last time.  There was always a chance for her, there would always be before he caught her.

Her breathing began to become irregular, as a kiss spread across her ear lobe, stinging her with soft breaths that entered intimately.  He bit it, swallowed like wanted to eat it, stuck out his tongue to sweep in its hole.

Her moans sounded, head tilted as if to welcome.  Her body started arching weakly while twitching on the closed folds.

"Don't hold yourself back!"  he whispered, propping her neck to control her, kissing all over it, taking a sip, while leaving the bite mark.  All of her neck expansion was already full of it, while her hands were holding his head.  Feeling her shoulders, sagging her pajama until her hips, feeling her soft smooth skin.

Importantly, Lyra stretched as Duke Kleo caressed all of her body, rubbing her shoulders longer when he bites her neck.  Whining, her head lifted as he unfolded all of the stuff on her completely, separated the two ties, pulled the waistband, and threw it away.

She waited for the moment he didn't blink to enjoy the beauty of her as if it could please him.  The moonlight that entered through the window, which fell on her all over her skin, made her seem to shine like a beautiful diamond, which needed to be covered with honey to make it shine more, very sweet honey.

He was silent, seeing her gasping waiting for him.  He always misses those droopy eyes, as well as the expression like she needs him so much.  Still silent, he did that on purpose, letting her plead for him to do more.

Seconds passed, he had learned a lot from Viscount Darwin.  It's all just a matter of patience, and also time to move and stop so that she is addicted to him like hell.  He can do this if he wants her to love him completely.  This is difficult for him, of course, when he wants to enjoy the moment with her.  But sometimes he has to give up something first to get what he has always wanted.

A smirk appeared on his lips after hearing her hoarsely.

"Please."

It was the thing he had been waiting for.  One eyebrow raised, while his face was right next to her face.  "Keep begging like you're dying of starvation.  Then I will give you what you want, and what you need.  Do you still want to get my help right?  So beg me even harder."

"Kleo, please."  Her soul seemed to leave her eyes, which were replaced with lust.  Her tightened stomach became even more concave as he started to rub the cleavage.

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