Seraphina had never heard of such things, nor read about them in any book. Her naivety about the world was evident as she quickly shook her head and lowered her eyes.
When she didn't respond to his words, the Duke glanced at her face. Despite her behavior being no different from other ladies—nervous, ashamed, and distancing themselves—he found her shyness unexpectedly endearing.
"Ah…"
His hands touched the undergarments beneath her dress.
"If you're so ashamed, just hold on," he murmured mischievously, lifting her other leg. As her gaze followed his hand, her face turned a deep shade of red.
"Or you could call my name."
His lips brushed against her calves as he spoke, his hands exploring under her dress, creating a wave of excitement. His fingers traced her undergarments before slipping inside.
She flinched, her behavior evident to him through his touch, as he felt the dryness yet to be moistened, and heard her sharp intake of breath.
"Don't…"
Unlike before, her voice was barely a whisper. If she called his name, he would have to stop. But she couldn't bring herself to do it, and her face flushed even redder.
"If you don't like it, call my name."
"…"
"You do know your husband's name, don't you?"
Of course, she did. The name had echoed in Seraphina's ears since their marriage was arranged. Though she had never seen him before, the name was a constant reminder not to disgrace her family.
She turned her head away.
"Tell me if you know it."
His gaze deepened with desire. His fingers delved further, more secretly.
"Tell me, Seraphina."
He wanted to hear her say it, yet he didn't want to stop. He enjoyed her reactions and her struggle with her desires.
"Yes, I—"
Her face, hidden behind her hand, grew even redder. Her fair hands made the redness of her face more pronounced.
His lips moved from her calf up her leg.
"You haven't forgotten my touch, have you? Seeing how you're getting wet so quickly."
He twirled his fingers teasingly, stroking her flesh, his movements intensifying her sensations.
"You don't know how hard it was for me, thinking of you all the time."
His eyes stayed on her face as he kissed her thigh and pulled down her underwear, revealing her fully. He pressed her thighs apart, making everything visible.
"Duke…"
"…you're never going to say my name, are you?"
He bit gently into the tender flesh of her thigh.
"It doesn't matter."
His warm hand caressed her thigh, heightening her senses. He leaned over her, his breath hot against her most private place.
"Wait, what are you…?"
His lips were exactly where she didn't expect them to be.
As his fingers joined, her face burned with shame.
Seraphina's legs struggled weakly. His hand overpowered the thin fabric blocking his lips.
"Hyaa!"
The moment his tongue touched her, her body tensed. The shock from his touch made her lose all rational thought, her vision blurring.
Like savoring a delicate dessert, his tongue explored her, his hand working with precision. He sucked and licked her flesh, drawing out every bit of pleasure he could.
"I see you still haven't called my name."
'No,' she thought, breathless. Bliss coursed through her body, overwhelming her.