“No, Duke, I don’t want to sin more than I already have. I’ll do whatever you want from now, please…”
The black veil attached to Lily’s long silver hair loosened and fell onto the floor of the chapel. Her elegant eyebrows scrunched together as tears pooled in her green eyes..
The silver candlestick and the cross, which were supposed to be on the altar, were sacrilegiously on the floor along with her underwear.
The moonlight streaming through the tinted glass didn’t warm her at all she laid on her back; it wasn’t even enough to help her see her husband. She struggled weakly, hair fluttering.
A hand pressed down on her stomach, so big and strong that it seemed that it could grip her entire head. She paled, twisting her waist against the weight. It was to no avail, as the large man leaned even further into her.
An overwhelming, masculine scent filled her nose. His powerful physique made Lily feel like a gazelle caught in a wild beast’s den.
“Sin… it’s a word that suits me, not you.”
A devilishly mesmerizing low-pitched voice rang into my ears. It sounded heavy and deep as if it came from a cave.
It was a devilishly mesmerizing baritone, like a deep rumble from a cavern. Lily didn’t seem to notice how it sounded like he was restraining his anger.
This was the first time she heard his voice.
“Tell me. Who were you mourning for until our wedding day today?”
Lily wore a plain black dress that covered her from neck to toe in uncomfortable and unsightly fabric. Even if she really was mourning, the outfit was just too excessive.
“Is it for your first husband who died during the war? Or is it for your second husband who died recently?”
“It’s not like that. I’m really… Ah!”
He turned her over until she was on all fours. A hand mercilessly slid into her dress. The sound of the stiff fabric crumpling accompanied her scream.
It was obvious what a touch to the inner thigh meant. Tension and fear curled in her gut as the duke firmly held her by her hair, causing her to look up and see the sacred artefacts and statues on the wall. Her conscience flinched.
Lily shut her eyes and his voice pierced through like a punishment once again.
“Or were you thinking about your third husband’s―my―death?”
Duke Vladislav de Winter. And as of today, Lily’s third spouse.
They were supposed to be having their wedding in this very chapel.
Lily was unable to answer his question as his fingers unexpectedly dug into the apex of her thighs. Thick, calloused fingers spread her flesh and brushed against a particularly sensitive spot.
Electricity coursed through her body.
Her experience in this area consisted mostly of rough touches before sexual intercourse. It usually didn’t take long, to be honest. Even her second husband barely did anything.
Like her other husbands, she also expected him to penetrate her immediately even as she was trembling in fear.
Instead, he leaned over and brushed her hair off her slender neck, pressing his lips to her newly-exposed nape. The kisses were slow and sensual at first, until he sucked on her skin and caressed that area with his tongue. Lily shuddered.
His fingers pressed into an area she hadn’t known existed, and a jolt quickly traveled up her spine.
“Ah, hoo…. Ah…!”
I didn’t know that there were places where women could feel pleasure too.
Her nerves were set on fire with each rub of his fingers, inhibitions slipping away. She stiffened, and an unfamiliar heat began gathering in her lower abdomen.
Lily could only gasp frantically like a fish dragged onto the surface of the water, in disbelief at how obscene the sounds coming out of her were.
No, in fact she couldn’t even afford to think about it.
“N-No… Ha! Stop, t-this is weird. It’s weird! Haa…”
Words were beyond her as her eyelids fluttered and she panted as if she was about to faint.
He rubbed his fingers skillfully around the swollen area.
A hot and sharp sensation flooded her.
“Ah… ah! Duke, thi-this is sc-scary, hah! Hoo! Stop!”
Pleasure exploded from his fingertips. Lily closed her eyes, trembling from the stimulation and nearly forgetting to breathe. His other hand that was holding her hair shifted to slip a finger inside her mouth. It pressed down on her tongue.
“Relax,” he whispered quietly into her ear. “Breathe in and out. Slowly… just like that.”
The movements of his hand were slow and soothing, as if trying to calm her down.
The moment her breathing started to ease, he gradually stirred his finger in her mouth.
As his fingers slowly coveted her sensitive mouth, a warm breath erupted from Lily’s throat.
A strangled moan escaped her throat. Lily had no strength left in her legs, the heat and feeling of her first climax lingering as she was now lying flat on her stomach. Where she could feel fingers caressing her inner thigh, she also felt a hardness that revealed his own arousal. Her back and hips jerked involuntarily.
“Now answer, my lady. What are you doing here?”
She shivered at that low-pitched voice of his, like an instinctual reaction to a threat.
Holding onto her last bit of reasoning, Lily barely managed to open her mouth. “I prayed for forgiveness, and that my husband wouldn’t die this time. Really… “
His grip on her hair loosened as he started to gently stroke her hair. “You’re honest. Good job.”
The words spoken were sweet, as if complimenting a young child, but the beast-like tone held a dangerously strong desire.
Mimicking his words, the kiss he pressed to her neck was sweet and kind.
His thick forearm on the side that pressed her head earlier penetrated between Lily’s torso and stomach. His enormous hand squeezed her round breast from bottom to top.
One of his thick arms slid under her torso, and the enormous hand kneaded her breast thoroughly.
A shallow moan echoed through the chapel each time he persistently touched her over the fabric.
He pinched the peak of her breast, pulling torturously, rolling gently, and pressing firmly. Her mind went dangerously blank with pleasure as she was being stimulated simultaneously in two different places
The finger caressing her thigh was now drenched. Lily instinctively knew where his large hand was headed for next. He rubbed her, her waist quivering in response.
Still sensitive from her climax earlier, she was drenched and swollen, as if anxious to swallow him. However, fear and denial instinctively rose within her when she felt his hardness again. It was clear that they really were going to do it.
She shook her head desperately. “I-I can’t do it anymore. I really can’t.”
For her, relationships with men are either one of the two: boring or painful.
It was obvious why this man would act this way.
Because he is the emperor’s illegitimate son, a war hero notorious to be cruel, Duke Vladislav de Winter.
“You have a habit of lying,” he whispered roughly. “Your underwear is soaked. If we just leave you like this, you might just melt.”
The duke’s harsh breathing stoked the fire in her belly. Lily shifted onto her side to reach and grab the arm between her legs. His skin was hot, the muscles underneath rock-hard.
“If you put it in, you will die. I hate this, I really, really do. No more―ah!”
(t/n : the dying part is talking about her previous husbands)
He slipped his fingers inside her without hesitation, blood rushing to his face.
Shivers ran down her spine. Her initial fear and guilt disappeared as Lily’s cheek pressed into the floor, her hips nearly chasing his touch.
“Ah, ah… ahnng… Ah…!”
The duke quickened the pace of his movements and so her obscene moans rang louder. At some point, she began to sob at the pleasure flooding her body. “Even if I die because of you, that’s what I want,” he muttered.
Lily just gasped beneath him, her face pale.
His fingers brushed against a sensitive ridge inside her that had Lily arching her back. She struggled against him, against the continuous pleasure…
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“Ah! A-again… Ahhh…!” She tightened around him.
The duke burst into a low, excited breath.
Lily’s fingertips and toes stiffened with the pleasure of all her nerves being set alight.
“You’re mine from now on. Don’t forget, all of this…”
White-hot pleasure cut off her senses, and her eyes rolled back into her head before she could hear the end of the sentence.