How To End This Marriage-Chapter 173: A Dance of Desire

"Speak something, wife! Why are you taking so many steps back? Are you fearing me? I don’t think so. Your expression betrays you, the way you keep darting glances at my lips as if you’re stealing forbidden glimpses," Duke Alexavier said, his voice husky as the Duchess stood braced against the wall.

"Is it your approval you long for? Should I take it as your silent acquiescence? Or are you waiting to utter the words that grant me your consent?" Duke smirked, his thumb gently grazing her lower lip.

"These soft, pillowy lips, the color of a sunrise breaking through fresh-blown roses, drive me maddeningly wild each night. I lose myself in their enigma. Every time I close my eyes, they appear before me, a constant reminder of your presence, their whispers teasing my senses."

"They say, ’Why are you sleeping alone, Duke? Aren’t you going to love your wife? Aren’t you going to show how much you love your wife?’ The way they whisper into my ears drives me crazy, as if I will right there come to your room, wake you from your sleep, and smash my lips onto yours, telling you how much you drive me crazy," Duke said.

"D-duke, w-what are you?" Duchess Bernice stuttered.

"Can’t you understand what I’m saying? Can’t you understand the feelings lingering in my voice?" he said, rubbing her lips slightly while pressing his thumb on his lips, giving her an indirect kiss.

She flushed.

"Woah! If I knew I would get to see this side of yours, I would have made you go crazy long ago," he said and wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her closer to him while both their chests rubbed against each other.

"I never wanted to anger you, wife. It was always my intention to tease you and make you react to my tease. But if I knew you would show me such an irresistible look, I would have done this long ago," he said, lifting her chin up and slowly staring at her lips, then pressing his lips onto hers. She gripped onto his shoulder tightly.

As he noticed her reaction, he pressed his lips further while gently licking her lips, making her part her lips and kissing the duchess passionately. The Duchess let out a gentle moan, but she didn’t loosen up the grip. She didn’t try to escape, but her grip kept getting tighter, letting him kiss her more passionately.

His broad hand held her neck firmly, pulling her face closer to his, while he kissed her irresistibly. The grunts kept echoing around the room. Soon, the duke held her face in both hands and kissed her for so long. He kept on kissing her without letting her breathe. He kept on moving from the wall side to the bed, then the duchess hit his shoulder, letting him break the kiss.

"What is it?" Duke let out a deep breath while panting out loud.

"C-can’t breathe," the duchess said, stuttering.

"Breathe through the nose, wife," he said and kissed her lips once again while pushing her down.

Duke Alexavier started hovering like a beast, his eyes burning with desire. The duchess, unable to resist his magnetism, wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss was a wildfire, tongues dancing, bodies consumed by an inferno of passion. But Duke Alexavier wasn’t finished. He broke the kiss, panting, his gaze locked with hers, equally lost in the heat of the moment.

He bowed his head, trailing kisses down her neck, leaving marks like whispered secrets. The room echoed with their moans, a symphony of pleasure. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. The moon pulsed with an unnatural luminescence, and birds outside erupted in a cacophony of chirps, as if witnessing a celestial mating ritual.

The room curtains billowed shut, plunging them into darkness. Then, with a flicker, the candles ignited, bathing the room in a golden glow, the moonlight painting their forms in silver. The duchess gasped.

"Something’s wrong," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The moon...it’s glowing too brightly."

Duke Alexavier, his chest heaving, his shirt damp with sweat, met her gaze. "It’s as if someone poured an aphrodisiac in my drink. It’s coursing through me, driving me mad."

His voice was raw, laced with desperation. "Tell me, what have you done to me? Until you touched me, I held you at bay, my thoughts mere embers. But now...I crave you like fire."

He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, his breath shallow. "Or are you the aphrodisiac, Duchess? Is this your power?"

Duchess Bernice didn’t answer, but as Duke Alexavier asked, she kept her eyes glued to the trail of his body revealed as his shirt slowly fell to the ground.

"Keep staring, wife! It’s yours to look upon. No one can take this moment, this memory, away from you," the Duke said with a smirk.

The Duchess flushed, her gaze darting away. Soon, the Duke bowed his body, his bare skin connecting with hers. Slowly, his hand drifted to the back of her dress, fumbling with the zipper.

He slowly whispered into her ear, "Do I have the access, Duchess Bernice Balliol Agnes?" Without showing her face, she raised her arms and hugged him tightly.

The Duke asked again, "Is this your consent? Is this your approval, wife?" But the Duchess offered no reply, remaining silent as he slowly unzipped the dress. His cold palm touched her bare back, making her flinch.

"I’m doing nothing to hurt you, wife. I didn’t realize my hands were so cold," he murmured. He warmed his hands around the candle he brought from the desk, the Duchess still holding him tightly in his lap.

"Now it is warm enough for me to touch you, my love!" he whispered. He reached for her back, but this time her flinch drew a chuckle from him. "So it isn’t just the cold, is it?" he teased.

"Is it my touch that made you flinch so much? Are you flinching at my touch? You are shivering, wife," Duke Alexavier said while gently rubbing his palm on her bare back, making her hold onto him tightly.

"Hold me tightly! I’m not going to let go of you so easily once I get a hold of you. I have been waiting for this moment for so long, and you finally ended up in my palm like a sweet rabbit that could fill my palm," the duke said while circling his finger on her back.

Soon, his hand went, but before he could go further, he broke the hug and gripped her lips once again. He kept on biting her lips, letting every nectar into him while he slowly moved his hand to her lower back, and she moaned.

"Shhh!!!!" he said gently while he broke the kiss and once again trailed neck kisses on her neck.

He gently removed her dress, letting herself be in her inner garment, trying to hide so hard from me, but his eyes kept on sticking to her body.

"You are so beautiful, wife! You are so beautiful that I don’t know how someone like me was so far from you all these times," he said and laid on her bed while gently removing her dress and making it fall on the ground.

"You are really so beautiful," he said and started licking her feet, leaving his saliva here and there.

"I-it is dirty!" she stuttered.

"No, it is not. Every part is so clean. You are so pure that I want to lean on you, making me a slave of yours," he said while placing his tongue between her toes.

She kept on gripping the sheet of the bed while her moans left her lips.

Soon he moved his tongue toward her thigh, licking them, making her gasp each time he licked her and leaving bite marks on the leg.

"Is this your sweet point, wife? Do you like it when I touch you here on the thigh? Do you like it when my tongue touches this sensitive part of your body?" he said while looking at her eyes, but soon he kissed her thigh without losing his sight from her eyes.

He bit her once again, which made her scream loudly. The bed curtain fell down while the duchess raised from the bed and hugged him once again.

"Do it!!!! Hurry!!! Something is lingering on my body like a bug. The sensation is not leaving my body as if something is happening to me, but I’m failing to know what is happening," the duchess said with her voice trembling, her body trembling.

"What should I do, duchess? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to kiss you? Do you want me to bite you? Or do you want me to feel you from your deepest part of the body?" he said with a smirk.

"I won’t understand if you don’t open your mouth," duke said.