'Why is her face mournful? Whereas last night she forced me to enter hers and hugged me very tightly. If she was drunk last night, then who was on her mind at that time?' Duke Kleo splashed his body with water. Fatigue spread throughout his body. Not tired from a long journey, but because he had been through a long one-night stand and almost dumped.
His hair was wet underwater, his head was lowered, his hands resting on the bathroom wall, eyes closed.
'I don't want her to leave. She has taken everything. I don't care if she's tormented by my side or not. Besides, I warned her last night. But she didn't want to hear me.' But he didn't deny that he was worried, worried that Lyra would run away and could be hard to find.
"Huh, why am I like a girl who just had a long one-night stand for the first time? This was my first experience though, but at least I shouldn't be seen whining at her to stay. Maybe it'll just lower her alertness on me, then she'll get even more daring against me."
His hands grabbed the towel hanging on the wall, wrapping it around his waist. There weren't many noblemen like him, who could independently do quite a lot of things. Usually, the noblemen would ask to be served more intensely, for example asking the servants to help him put on his wardrobe, some asking to be rubbed on his back.
But Duke Kleo was different. All this time he lived in a harsh world, and that was enough to shape him into an independent man.
He wanted to go to his closet too quickly so he could put on his clothes, thinking of an excuse to see Lyra until then he remembered the coat he had given her, a fine and natural-looking plan!
His steps were hasty, he was impatient, wondering how she would look after cleaning herself up, put on the dress that just bought that day, and then applied on the royal make-up. Suddenly his smile widened slightly as if he could see her figure in front of him.
Until then his body froze when he saw Mr. Bertus in his room, who carried someone who had been occupying his mind for a long time, who even exploded all his emotions in a new and unfamiliar way.
Suddenly he felt a swollen twitch. 'Shit, don't!' he thought, snapping. 'But she's so beautiful,' he continued, and then combed Lyra's graceful look, which was both innocent and sexy. Her dress tightly embraced her curvy figure, her narrow back was now exposed before his eyes, ready to be hugged or bitten if necessary.
Then she lifted his coat, said she would return it to him.
"Just leave," he said quietly to Mr. Bertus, sighed, then the male butler nodded. Mr. Bertus' departure was like a breath of fresh air, as well as a key belonging to a cage.
The duke's chest was pounding, his burly calves immediately stepped quickly to approach her. His sturdy hands tugged at her arm, then locked it above her head.
His face almost sunk in the folds of her neck, sucking in her very familiar scent. Then the memories of last night swirled in his mind.
"Are you the flirting type? Mr. Bertus must have told you that I was taking a shower right? But why did you insist on coming in?" His eyes glanced at his coat. "You can return it later though. So you really can't stand sleeping with me once more?"
Lyra tried to back away, but unfortunately, she was trapped. One of her hands was pinned above her head. Her other hand was locked by his burly body. Her face was flushed as if on fire by his minty breath.
"I-I didn't know you were in the shower, My Lord." Her nervousness only made him even more passionate. "I… I just want to return the coat, please!"
"But your eyes say otherwise. They say you didn't want to see me because you wanted to return my coat." His nose ran down her earlobes, exhaling hot breaths. He heard her whimper slightly from being provoked.
Suddenly she felt how big he was, even though he did nothing to her bellows. She could feel his inside of hers, which stabbed her rapidly last night. It instantly brought back memories of that night, where she suddenly woke up on his bed, as she crawled over him, kissing him on the lips and forcing him to fill hers. Then she moaned while pushing herself against him, enjoying every movement that hit her cave.
Her face paled, as she remembered how insolent she had been, which had stung his desire first. Gulped, her face lowered for a moment.
"I wonder what you're thinking right now," he whispered, like a groan. He wasn't sure since when he had become as shameless as he is now, previously so averse to being touched and approaching women, then he suddenly took the initiative in the first touches. Maybe because he thought they would get married soon. After all, what he was doing right now made her even more frightened of him.
"I-I am guilty, My Lord." She tried to shift her body away from him, but her body did the opposite. She even arched her chest, just like begging to be touched by his. Her legs almost jumped and clasped him between her, until she could insist not to do that immoral thing.
"What's your fault?" Damn, his voice was so low and sexy. It could sting her even more.
Duke Kleo has a generous face, she wouldn't deny it. He is the most handsome man on the continent if that is worth it to mention. He has a perfect figure, with an incomparably sturdy build. His sharp glance used to captivate her in one shot before she knew that he liked killing people.
In the beginning, she wanted to get him, stand in a long and intimate night with him. She thought he could be one of her men, which might be able to be kept for a while. His good looks and posture never fail to captivate her, especially after they slept together.
So Lyra was pensive, swallowing her saliva, looking at Duke Kleo's lips and eyes again and again, then at the muscle bulges in his upper body that were exposed.
He did the same. Her beautiful face, blue eyes like the ocean that entangled him, juicy lips that were flushed, then the dense curves of her body were now felt by his chest. His other hand pulled her waist closer to him. His face tilted, and smashed his lips with hers, pressing against each other, after she greeted him. They smacked each other, he licked her lips, while sometimes she sucked his bottom lip. Slid his tongue inside her mouth, sweeping all the cavities, looking for the throat, and sweeping it more vigorously.
Lyra whimpered, her knees weak, her hands taking off the duke's coat to hang around his neck. They were getting intimate, feeling their lust about to rise. Heat spread throughout her body, and her cavities narrowed to clamp down on the void.
She moaned softly, as she felt his fingers descend caress her neck, like a tingling, then plunged into her chest, moving around. That's when she realized that what she was doing was going too far. If she wanted to escape from him then she shouldn't do this. So she directly pushed his body and ran without saying anything.
He froze, wanting to chase after her. "Lyra, wait! Don't go!" But she didn't come back to him.
Lyra entered her room and slammed the door, panting with a chest that nearly exploded. "I have to run away tonight as well. Otherwise, my sanity will be completely lost."
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