Married To A Savage Duke

Why did she do that?

The man’s sexual magnetism, outstanding appearance, and unique charms dazzled her enough to kiss him.

No.

Was that all?

She was sober now compared to last night.

Even this time, Cherryl was the one who made a move first.

She shouldn’t have sat on the man’s lap.

It might have advanced to different outcomes, including kissing the handsome face in front of her.

She made eye contact with him and uttered excuses that even she couldn’t believe.

His steady yet burning gaze permeated some strange emotion that caused an apricot shade to flush in her white cheeks.

She was facing Cade at the same distance as last night.

However, all of her senses were more sensitive than ever before.

The gaze searching her face and the giant hand touching her back seemed to be heating up.

Cherryl grew nervous as they stared at each other in the long silence.

She unconsciously whispered his name on her lips.

“Cade.”

It happened so quickly that she had no time to panic when he raised his hand to grab the back of her head.

Holding her tight, Cade angled her chin for a moment before his open mouth rushed to hers.

Only then did his tongue penetrate through her parted lips.

“!”

This was different from yesterday’s kiss because that one felt soft and gentle.

Now, this one came deep.

Cade rubbed his tongue against hers boldly as his teeth seemed to tear her lower lip as he pleased.

Cade’s wet, moist tongue dancing inside her mouth made her feel dizzy.

Cherryl had no idea what to do, so she put her hands on Cade’s chest but it was no different from lighting a fuse.

“Wait a minute.”

When she found a little space between their tightly engaged lips, she seized the chance to say something but was stopped immediately.

Their noses brushed once as Cade twisted her head’s angle so he could kiss her more intensely.

The sounds of their wet tongues intertwining inside her mouth was incredibly erotic.

Their salivas slid back and forth against each other, and she even assumed Cade was trying to steal her soul.

Then, Cade suddenly withdrew his lips from her and raised himself.

“Your Grace. Are you—-?”

He swept everything on the desk with a hasty arm.

A glass broke, and a heavy book fell.

The documents on the table were flying everywhere.

Regardless, Cade carried Cherryl in his arms and sat her on the desk before facing her again.

At one glance, she could tell that Cade’s gaze was filled with a strong desire to satisfy a craving.

And, it wasn’t just her lips.

He wanted to possess her intimately: mind, body, and soul.

‘Umm. Will I be alright?’

Her mind was a blank slate that she couldn’t even express how she truly felt at the moment.

It was something that she couldn’t seem to define if she focused on nothing but this pleasure.

For some reason, she couldn’t just enjoy herself like last night.

It wasn’t hard to imagine what would happen next to a passionate and devouring kiss if she couldn’t get herself together.

The large hand at Cherryl’s waist subtly changed its position.

“My lord. A letter has arrived.”

The butler’s voice came from outside with a knock on the door.

Surprised, Cherryl struggled to escape but seemed unwilling to let go.

“Don’t come in right now,” Cade growled at the butler, who had not yet entered his study as if he didn’t want to be bothered.

The silhouette from outside the office paused before slowly moving away.

Lips pressed in a tight line, Cade put his hands on Cherryl’s shoulders and pushed her to lie down on top of his desk.

When Cade heard her hiss from the pressure of his painful grip, he immediately lifted his hands off her shoulders and began to nibbled at her earlobe and neck.

Cherryl breathed faster from his passionate onslaught.

“Pass this door and it will be my bedroom, Cherryl.”

Cherryl recalled the dark brown door at the wall next to this office.

Do you mind if we do it right now?”

She wasn’t a fool not to realize what that low voice meant.

Cade’s question seemed considerate but his tight hold on her and his lustful golden eyes made it difficult for her to refuse anything.

“What do I do?”

He was asking her permission to do it before their wedding but she couldn’t stop babbling like an idiot.

She didn’t hate it enough to refuse at once, but she didn’t want to jump onto the bed just like this.

“I’m not mentally and physically prepared right now.”

No.

She shouldn’t tell him her body wasn’t prepared because it felt like she was ready to do it.

“Do you think you can’t do it or just thought so?”

Cade, trailing short kisses on her neck as Cherryl agonized over her decision, asked in a deep baritone.

His point sounded convincing too.

“Just tell me the truth, Cherryl.”

“That——”

“Hurry up.”

How could she answer him if he kept rubbing his lips and nose in her erogenous zones?

Even his smooth black hair tickled Cherryl’s chin and neck as his lips continued to stimulate her repeatedly.

She put her hands on the impatient man’s chest and pushed her off him before he seduced her further.

Cade grabbed Cherryl’s wrist and rubbed his thumb against it as if he wanted to touch her more.