The Duke's Passion

Chapter 706  Fantasy

<nullb>[ Warning: The chapter contains mature content. Proceed with caution.]

<nullb>Meanwhile… Lilou dashed away the second Samael put her down without a particular destination in mind. All she remembered was going as far away from him and entering a room to hide. She opened the door from the inside, leaving just an inch gap so she could peek.

<nulli>'Did he follow me?' she wondered, opening the door wider until she peeked her head out. Looking from left to right, she heaved a sigh of relief when she was certain Samael didn't follow her.

"Goodness…" she patted her chest and closed the door, resting her back against it. Her eyes gloss over the room. It was just another unused guest room on the estate.

"If I didn't tell him to put me down, he would absolutely take me to bathe with him." Lilou shook her head to shake away any crazy thoughts that were resurfacing in her head. Even though she hadn't imagined what could have happened, her heart was beating rapidly.

"Why is he like that?" came out a murmur, touching her feverish face with the back of her hands as she felt slightly hot. She fanned herself, assuming her body was simply reacting to the tropical weather of the Land of Karo.

Lilou paced back and forth, taking off unnecessary layers of dress to cool her body. However, her temperature continued to increase as her steps slowed down. No matter how she squashed any silly thoughts that would resurface in her head, she couldn't help but imagine what could've happened if the thought of bathing with him did not overwhelm her.

She touched her nape to massage it, biting her lower lip. Her knees felt weak at the thought of his dangerous gaze hovering over her. With their skin damped with water and sweat, his hands would glide across her body easily. She wondered how those rough palms would feel on her skin?

The way Samael gripped her waist was strong and steady, but it wasn't enough to suffocate her. It was just enough to make her feel safe. Would his hands touching her bare abdomen feel the same?

"I think I'm going crazy," she mumbled in conflict, biting her lower as she clutch her skirt. "I feel weird."

Her knees trembled with just the thought of Samael running his hand on her body, and her nether region clenched the more she imagined how his hot breaths would kiss her shoulder; his fingers pinching her nipples, and his tongue sliding on her neck with his lips.

"I'm really going crazy." She wept, cupping her face while she held her breath. "Don't think about it!"

Lilou shut her eyes and covered her ears to stop her imagination from running wild. However, the more she told her brain not to think about it, the more she imagined everything very vividly. In the end, Lilou helplessly opened her eyes, on the verge of tears at the fear of this strange feeling creeping into her heart.

"I feel disappointed at myself…" she mumbled and dragged her feet outside the room to go back to her room. She didn't know how she returned to her room, but what she knew was she didn't bump into anymore — she did bump into Tilly, but the latter was like a ghost with no sense of presence at all so Lilou didn't notice her.

Used to her routine, Lilou lifelessly run herself a warm bath and dipped her body in the tub. She hugged her knees and buried her face in them, keeping her silence.

Never once in her life was she ever curious about things such as intimacy between couples. Matter of fact, she was too innocent about it since everyone on the farm was discreet about it. Although the men in town were crazy savages, she believed she was too dirty, too poor, and too busy surviving to even bother with something as 'trivial' as this.

But after kissing Samael that opened this portal of the unknown, and how he would look at her as if he wanted nothing in this world but her, her brain was in haywire. Not just that, but his touches set her body aflame, making it ache for something she didn't understand.

"What the hell does my body want?" she mumbled, despite knowing completely well what the hell her body wanted right here and now.

Samael.

"But we just met last night. Although we already had a son and we probably did it once before…" she pursed her lips and sighed. "Never mind."

Lilou shook her head before she caught something from the corner of her eyes. She twisted her neck and the second she did, her eyes fell on the mirror in the corner of the bathroom. Her swallow echoed in her ear as her eyes shook while staring at the mirror.

She looked around discreetly and when she was sure no one would be looking at her, she planted her hands on the rim of the tub and pushed herself up. Lilou sauntered towards the mirror without covering her dripping, unclad body.

Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at her bare body in silence. She bit her lips on instinct, face painted in red as she slowly reached to cup her bosom. Her body shivered as her nipples hardened. It felt weird watching herself touch herself, but despite the embarrassing action, she didn't stop although she froze for a moment.

As she pinched her nipple lightly, her other hand felt her stomach down to her navel. She stopped, feeling a little lost as her eyes fell on her private area. She gulped nervously once again.

"What am I doing to myself?" she wondered, staring at her flustered face reflecting in the mirror. What should she do? Her flower was clenching, wanting to be touched. Although she would wash her body before, she never touched herself while thinking of a man doing it to her.

She gulped and shut her eyes, retracting her trembling hand from reaching the junction between her legs. However, just as she raised her hand, Samael's apparition mirrored in the mirror, standing behind her. She watched him run his fingertips from her shoulder down to her hand. He then slowly guided her hand to her core, his crimson eyes staring into her eyes.

"Think of me and you'll know what to do…" he whispered seductively, lowering his head, tracing the side of her neck with the apex of his nose. "Imagine my hand touching you, feeling your curves… and owning what is mine."

Her mouth fell open and her knees trembled as her finger slid down her clitoris.

"That's right, love." He whispered once again as she kept her eyes on the mirror where he could see him running his palms around her waist and then up to cup her breast. "You're doing it perfectly well."

A moan slipped past her lips, but kept her ground while touching herself, and discovering something she had never felt before. It was as if a portal finally opened, giving all this knowledge on where to touch, and how to make herself feel good, whilst letting her imagination run wild.

Little did she know, the man she was fantasizing about was already moaning her name at the same time. And after what seemed to be an eternity, they coincidentally moaned each other's name as they reached climax.