Become The Duke's Wife Or Die

"I love you!"  She choked, almost spitting out everything inside her, in a tear that couldn't be described in words anymore.  But just before that, he withdrew himself, disappointing her helpless for love.

"I don't believe it yet," he whispered.  "Say it one more time!"  Not blinking, his entire eyes seemed to be filled with the figure of Lyra, who was sweating from exhaustion while gasping for almost spurring her love.  He knew she was on the edge.

"I love you," she said again, more demanding.

"Once again!"

"I love you, Kleo.  I love you.  Please love me!"  She screamed as she shoveled her again, stinging her with an electric current emanating from the fingers.  She panted again, gasping for breath as if a thousand dull giant needles wanted to punch a hole in her, giving her the most pressure and thrill.

Duke Kleo smiled as the clamping pressed on him, at the same time her short breath along with a loud moan for loving him.  His hits were getting out of control, even as if they exceeded the frequency of his being attacked by her.  Vibrating hips, trembling body in sweat, and shaking bed.

She went crazy with the violent service she got.  Her body was tense, stiff at one point, she couldn't handle it any longer.  Still shaking, the jab even harder, pulsating in one spot that will now explode.

"Kleo!"  She screamed, almost splitting herself out.  But before that Duke Kleo pulled her body, then made them meet eyes.

Spreading the legs, stabbing again while looking at her sexy expression.  His eyes could not be separated from her face, which now looked up and then exploded whatever was inside her, clawing his back in a very tight embrace.

A satisfied grin appeared on his lips.  Laying her down after the legs stopped shivering, now he covered and hugged her.  Her beauty spread even more then, with a tired face she absorbed as much as she could with her eyes.  Her heart was pounding because of himself, and her breathing was slowly steady.  Happiness welled up in his heart, even though she had not pleased him.  But it doesn't matter, this is enough.

"Good girl!"  he whispered, kissing her forehead and then looking at her closely as if wanting to see if there was one pore that didn't sweat.  His smile grew again, pulling her body and hugging her in relief.  His eyes were closed, enjoying his success.

'I finally made it!  I know she will love me sincerely.  I knew she would!' he thought, looking out the furthest window as he adjusted the blankets on her.  "Sleep!"  he whispered right in her ear.  "You must be tired.  From now on if you want then you can come to me.  I will do it for you."

"But you tortured me."  Lyra suddenly spoke in Duke Kleo's chest.  Her eyes were tightly closed, feeling that she would give up too easily in the hands of a handsome man.

"I'm not torturing you," he shook his head, denying it.  "I just wanted to make you enjoy all this more.  Honestly, you like this right?"  His hands cupped and lifted her face.  Seeing her silent while biting her lip, he chuckled amused.  "Yes, I can see how tormented you are."

"Do not laugh!"  she snapped, purely out of annoyance.  But it was precisely the grunts she got.

"You dare yell at me?"  Darkness and shadow crawled over his face, like dark roots emerging from behind his back, creeping up and ready to shackle him.

"N-no," she stuttered.  "I dare not yell at you."

"You dare say my judgment is wrong?"

Hastily shook her head.  "No, really!  I do not mean it.  You just misunderstood."

"Then make me understand what you mean."

"I mean… I mean, you're laughing at me.  I…"

"That's not what I mean."

"Uh?"  Lyra frowned.  "Then?"

Duke Kleo put his index finger on his lips, then tapped it lightly a few times.  His eyes looked seductive.  "Give it pleasure, then I will understand what you mean."

"How-how could that be?"  Lyra backed away reflexively.  "This has nothing to do with our misunderstanding."

"Look at your face!"  Duke Kleo's hand caressed Lyra's cheek, brushing the hair that was scattered on top of it.  "You are like a frightened little rabbit.  Are you trying to say I am a wolf?"

"What?"  Her eyes blinked rapidly.  No matter how hard she tries to understand him, she always fails.  "I didn't even say you were a wolf."

"You just said it."

"But…but I just…"

"And you're trying to say my judgment was wrong."

"Really, I didn't mean that."  Lyra's hands clenched in front of his chest.

"And you also tried to attack me."

Glancing away, pulling both hands quickly.  "Absolutely not.  You misunderstood."

"And you made fun of me again…"

CHU!  Lyra suddenly kissed Duke Kleo's lips.  The kiss was quick but managed to silence the chatty him.  At least she can be cleared of baseless accusations this time.

"I've done it," she nodded at his lips.  "So now please understand me!"

"You did it all of a sudden.  That's called sexual harassment."

"What?"

"You even fucked me that night."  He pretended to be sad dramatically.

"Isn't that problem clear?  You will punish me by marrying you.  So you shouldn't be talking about it anymore."

"But now you're kissing me without permission."

"You often do that to me."  She wouldn't budge, as if she was the only suspect here.  Even though he is also a victim, without knowing that he just wants to tease her.  "But I'm not accusing you of anything."

"Look at you!  You should apologize to me for doing all this to me.  But you're blaming me, tsk!"  He shook his head, folding his arms across his chest.

"I'm sorry," she said half-heartedly.

"I don't accept such apologize," he shook his head, holding back a chuckle.

"Then?"  She was getting annoyed.  "What must I do to make you forgive me?"  Her eyes widened after seeing him tap his lips with his index finger again.  "If I did you would accuse me of sexual harassment."

"You should have asked my permission before doing so.  That's the right way."

She knew she was being framed, in the end.  So she lifted her chin, suddenly starting to brave.  "I'll do it now."

"Do what?"  Duke Kleo teased again.

"Apologize."

"Tell me more details!"

"Gosh, do you like playing with a girl like this?"

He shrugged.  "So far you're all I have."

Pensive, she felt awkward after hearing this, thinking their quarrel would continue until he finally left her alone.  But it turned out that she was cornered.

"The point is I'm going to apologize to you now.  So please let me do it!"

"If I don't want to give you permission?"  He tilted his head, smiling amused to see her annoyed.

"If you don't give me permission then I won't," she replied indifferently, snorting.

Both of his hands grip her shoulders.  "If you don't apologize then I'm going to give you another round.  And I'll make sure we don't stop until morning until mine runs out of its contains, and maybe until you're loose and can't swallow me."

She shuddered.

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