The Duke's Passion

692  Sorry too!

"Please don't be sad and don't cry anymore."

His eyes softened as he smiled, nodding at her. "I'm not crying."

"Your heart does… it's bleeding." Her brows rose as her nervousness increased. She didn't know if she had the right to point out the things she had been noticing ever since her eyes met with those pair of crimson eyes the first time until now.

Samael had a fatal beauty, yet his eyes looked like they were someone who was on the brink of breaking.

It was painful to watch.

"Maybe…" he shrugged and was followed by a weak chuckle. "Lilou, I know you gave me a chance, but refrain from saying things that touch my heart. I might forget you don't remember certain things."

Lilou blinked as she cocked her head to the side. "What are you going to do?"

"Huh?"

"What will you do if you forget I don't remember things?" she repeated out of plain curiosity.

Hearing her inquiry and the expression plastered across her face, Samael could not help but laugh. He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair while biting his lower lip.

"What would I do if I forget the line?" he dawdled, raising his eyes on her, only to catch the genuine wonder in her eyes. "A lot."

Lilou furrowed her brows before she raised them, moving her upper body forward in intrigue. "Like?"

"Like… a lot." She frowned at his repeated response. "Haha. Lilove, there's countless on my list that a day is not enough to tell you one by one."

"Mhp!" Lilou clicked her tongue as she narrowed her eyes in dismay. "You just have to tell me one, so I know what's going on inside your head, but never mind. I think the only good thing about you is Law."

Lilou rolled her eyes at him before she pushed herself away from the bed. She made sure Law was asleep before she lifted her skirt and walked away to let her son sleep. However, just when she was by the door, Samael's voice came from behind her before a hand held her arm to stop her.

"Huh?" she looked back with surprise dominating her face. She didn't even feel him behind her until he held her arm, and neither did she hear his footsteps.

"You want to know what's inside my head?" he asked as he pulled her arm to him and wrapped his arm around her lean waist, settling his palm on her back, lips falling open. "Let me show you what's going on inside my head."

Samael pressed his thumb on her chin and lifted it up while he bent over. He tilted his head to the side and without a moment's notice; he closed his eyes before his lips crashed on her. The second he felt her lips after a long time, his grip around her waist trembled and his heart thudded against his chest.

Inhaling her breath felt like he was finally out of the water to breathe, guiding her mouth to open with his lips to feel the warmth of her lips. His mind was telling him to stop right now, while it was easy to stop himself from going further. But his heart and body were aching for her, wanting to confine her in his arms until she would speak the words she would usually whisper in his ears: his name and her love.

Sam… he yearned to hear his name from those lips once again.

Meanwhile, Lilou's eyes went round as warmth dominated her lips. She gripped his shoulder blades while her back stiffened. For a moment, her brain went blank at the situation, and when she realized what was going on, she still did nothing.

Instead, she gripped his shoulder tighter as her eyes moved, only to see his shut eyes. Slowly, she closed her eyes to feel what he was feeling. More than how his lips sucked hers tenderly and how his tongue swirled inside her mouth, guiding her tongue for a slow dance, sending shivers down her spine.

Lilou felt his yearning, his frustration, his heart.

"That's…" he breathed out as he finally mustered the strength to break away from her lips, resting his forehead against hers. "That's what's going inside my mind whenever I look at you. No, actually, there were more things."

Lilou gasped for air as she clutched his chest. "Like?"

"Making love with you or fucking you… hard," Samael confessed under his breath, feeling her spine with his palm until his thumb reached the side of her neck. "Your clothes, no matter how many layers you wear and cover your body, I can always rip them apart in seconds."

He closed his eyes as he caught up to his breathing, pulling her until he was embracing her. Samael lowered his head until his forehead was resting on her shoulder. As he embraced her in silence, her breath hitched while noticing the vibration of his grip.

"You're driving me crazy, love," came out a muffled remark. "I'm not experimenting with you… I am loving you deeper and deeper."

Her lips pressed into a tight slash as she raised a hand. But before she could place it on his back, Lilou paused.

"I'm sorry… I can't remember," she muttered bitterly. No matter how good and gentle her first kiss was and how it left her weak and wanting more, she couldn't understand his struggles. Or maybe a little, but not entirely.

"But… what I can remember is you stole my first kiss." This time, his trembling stopped as he froze instantly. "I don't know what to feel."

Samael blinked back to his senses before he carefully let her go. Holding her shoulder as he distances himself, his mouth opened and closed like a fish, but no words came out.

"I — I'm sorry…?" he blurted out in panic, but her unreadable expression immediately turned sour which he didn't intend.

"That's what you are going to say if you steal a maiden's first kiss?" she asked in dismay.

"No — I mean, I was just lost —"

"Tch. Jerk," Lilou mumbled as he tried to explain, clicking her tongue in irritation. "Sorry too, then!" she spat out before stomping her feet away, leaving him confused.

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