The Duke's Passion

Chapter 716 Why me?

Samael laid Lilou down on the bed carefully. He assisted himself away, hand on her side, the other arm still around her waist. Hovering over her, he looked into her eyes and smiled.

"Lilou," he called, caressing her jaw with the back of his hand. "My love."

He brushed her lips with his thumb gently, lowering his body to kiss her. Lilou closed her eyes to welcome his light but continuous kisses. The fear that was creeping up her spine soon disappeared with his gentle kisses. Unknowingly, she was unbuttoning his shirt, making him grin against her lips.

"Naughty," he remarked, making her freeze and let go.

"I'm... not," came out a muffled voice, averting her eyes as he pulled his weight off of her, but kept his erection inside her spread legs.

Samael could just pound into her right here, and now, feeling the love juices leaking from her. However, he shared the same sentiments as her. Their first round was abrupt and quick as if it was their last hour in this world. He wanted to take their time since he had all night to make love with her.

"It's alright. I like it," he purred, clipping the drawstrings of her bodice, eyes on her. "It always feels different when you're practicing initiative."

The side of his lips curled up, pulling the drawstrings to release these annoying layers of clothes that were hiding her glorious body. He removed her clothes carefully, one by one, making her watch and feel free. He kept her eyes on her, enjoying how she bit her lips on instinct at his actions.

Lilou held her breath, unable to look away from him. Samael looked dangerous while looking down at her, but for reasons unknown, she appreciated his beguiling allure. She knew every second that passed, another layer of fabric would land outside the bed. But she didn't stop him, nor did she want to stop him.

If anything, she wanted to see his body, to feel it under her palm, and his weight on her. Lilou didn't know where these perverted ideas were coming from, but it felt natural to feel this way. Frustrating, even, she may add, since he was purposely teasing her by taking his precious time.

However, Lilou's admiration towards Heliot was just pure admiration.

For Samael, on the other hand, the first time their eyes met, she already felt this strange force prickling under her skin. All she felt at that time was that the pair of crimson eyes could see was her — the rest of the world was gone. And in those eyes, he wanted her, firmly and without a doubt, no one else.

Perhaps that was the reason, or maybe there were more underlying reasons. It could be because her heart and body remembered him, even though her brain couldn't. But still... deep in her heart, mind, and soul, this decision of becoming one with him was purely her own.

"I like you," she whispered into his mouth, making him freeze. She waited for him to draw his head back until they were staring at each other.

"I want you..." she continued in a muffled voice. "... can I call your name?"

His eyes softened, but when his eyelids drooped until they were partially closed, danger lurked within.

"Say it," he demanded seductively, brushing his nose against hers.

Lilou took a deep breath, but her lips still quivered when they parted. She forced her voice out of her throat, planning to call his name, Samael. However, her courage ran short, and all that came from her lips was, "Sam."

"Yes," he whispered before smashing his lips on hers. Unwilling to part lips with her, he clutched the hem of her dress and tore it apart.

And so, the second round of passion ensued, followed by more... until sunrise.