The Duke's Passion

Chapter 704  Reenactment

Samael's kiss wasn't like their first that wanted to dominate. His kiss was gentle, a round full of sweet passion that ignites. It was like a promise of authenticity, waking up a primal desire which lived in all people. Lilou felt vulnerable at the sincerity of his lips being one with hers, feeling his teeth bite her gently.

She clutched his back, standing on her toes, basking in the warmth of his body, binding her in a tight embrace. Her brain was in a shut mode, forgetting they were being intimate just right outside the estate. Yet, even if the thought crossed her suddenly, she didn't feel the need to hide.

That night Samael brought her to the temporary estate they were hiding in. Lilou bawled her eyes all night. She didn't know the exact source of her tears and sadness, but what she knew was that she felt lost and confused. It was like she had no place in this world.

A human peasant shunned by the world, and a vampire who needed to die for reasons she didn't think were well-founded enough. Stuck in the fine line between humans and vampires, she didn't know where to put herself.

But in his kiss, she was home.

Perhaps that was the reason she wanted to test it with others. It wasn't to prove it was the same, but rather to prove he was different. He was real; he was there with open arms, telling her she was home with his pure heart open and vulnerable.

She didn't have to prove that anymore because this kiss was enough to answer her question. She liked it and she wanted more of it, and she couldn't imagine herself doing it with anyone else but him. In her head, she didn't think she would feel just as much as comfortable being intimate with others just as she felt comfortable with him.

It just felt natural, as if her body was his and his body was hers. When they would part, they were still one, but together they were complete.

Time ticked slowly, and he savored every millisecond in that one-minute time frame. When his brain whispered "one" while counting down, he reluctantly let her go.

Lilou panted for air as her eyes crack open ever so tenderly when his lips parted from her. She didn't know she was already suffocating until now. His forehead rested against her, and his arms that were still around her waist kept her body close.

Her heart was beating like crazy, hammering against her ribcage to break free. She gulped, suspending the echoing heartbeat that was deafening her.

"Thank you," he expressed under her breath.

With quivering lips, she replied. "Please don't speak." She raised her eyes and bit her inner lips secretly. "You seemed to have a habit of speaking about all the aggravating things at the wrong time."

"I'm minding my manners." He grinned, pulling her waist closer as if the nonexistent gap between their bodies was still too wide. Out of habit, Samael bent over and tilted his head, running the apex of his nose on the side of her neck. She pulled away on instinct, only to get pulled by his arm.

"Shall we bathe together, love?"

"Wa — wait..." Lilou shrunk, raising her shoulder and tilting her head at the ticklish sensation of his breath on her skin.

He chuckled with his lips closed. "Tickles?"

"Mhm." She lowered her eyes to hide her flustered face, pressing her lips into a thin slash.

"What are you saying by bathing together? Aren't we going too fast? Don't we have steps to follow or the sort?" her voice was muffled while pinching his sleeve.

"Steps to follow?" Samael carefully drew his head back, waiting for her to look back at him. She nodded as her brows elevated, trying to hide the adorable blush on her cheek with this false bravado she sported.

"I mean, in the past... or future, there should be steps we had taken, right?" she cleared her throat and raised her chin. "Although I said I do not want to be controlled by what people told me that would or had already happened, I... I want to remember what my heart remembers."

Lilou huffed. The more she talked, the braver she got... or the more she showed how clueless she was.

"Let's not rush and do it like how we did it in the past," she added.

Samael blinked twice and tilted his head to the side. So she was basically telling him to do the steps on how they fell in love with each other, right? The problem was that he was just as clueless as her about how she fell for him. All he knew was that when they kissed the first time, their relationship took off.

And now that they kissed...

"Bathing together now is a must then," he spoke after seconds of silence, watching her brows crease.

"Pardon?"

"If we're following the steps accordingly, I will carry you inside and we will bathe together." The side of his lips stretched from ear to ear and fluttered his eyelashes coquettishly. "That's how we first did it."

Dread clouded her eyes. "Wha — what...?"

"After we kissed for the first time, we rushed back to the manor to continue it after getting interrupted," he explained, recalling the memories vividly as if it just happened yesterday.

The thought of how she looked at him at that time made him gulp to moisten his drying throat. Although she had grown fierce and naughty over the years, their first intercourse still had this special place in his heart.

In a vampire's lexicon, Samael would be considered a womanizer since pleasure for vampires was sinking their fangs into one's neck. But in human terms, he never had human intimacy aside from her. It was useless in his perspective; he didn't truly understand the human intimacy until he laid his eyes on Lilou.

Technically, their first intimate night together was both their first. Hence, it left a deep impression and would always be one of his favorites; every round of passion with her was on that favorite list, though.

"Let's go..." he suggested, and without a moment's notice, her feet left the ground and found herself back in his arms. She gasped as she looked up at him, only to see him grin at her.

"... and conduct a reenactment. You might remember a thing or two." Samael winked before he strutted towards the mansion. "I'll be gentle... I'll try."