Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

Her waist instantly bolted upright, which made her shriek a little. As soon as he had pierced her insides, a momentary climax had tightened against him mercilessly.

“You’re so beautiful, Molitia.”

Raven breathed hushedly on her shoulder. Whenever he had spanked her bottom, he could feel that Molitia briefly clenched herself.

Her tight inner walls were enough to make the couple forget where they were at that moment. An open space, which was always known as the parlor, had soon become a place for just the two of them.

Only the sound of flesh squelching against one another had resonated within the drawing room. Every time when he hit deep inside of her, Molitia’s body would immediately bounce upwards. And whenever that happened, Raven would snuggle against her even more.

At every instance, where Molitia’s touch that was filled with possessiveness had squeezed against him, a gratifying groan would burst out of his very own mouth.

As he had already propped Molitia’s upper body against the table, he then delivered his completely thorough plunge all the way to the hilt. Whenever her toes were lifted in the air, her insides were absolutely filled with him.

Raven reached out and grazed upon the point of their union. Molitia immediately arched her back in surprise, but she went on to close her eyes tightly as soon as his hand had rubbed against her vehement clit. Her mind seemed to be melting in pleasure.

Every time he had caressed her swollen clitoris, love fluids appeared to be spurting down from where they were joined with each other. Molitia leaned against the table as it seemed that she could fall at any given time while her silver locks were fluttering all over.

“Oh, oh, Raven, please…”

By the time he had heard of Molitia’s plea, Raven instantly shoved deep inside of her. At that exact same time, Molitia’s shoulders trembled as he released inside of her.

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Molitia was still nude while being in his arms as she let out her breath. After the deed, she couldn’t even put on her clothes as her whole body seemed to feel like it was still burning sensitively.

The jewelry, which she had adorned on her body, had already been placed on the table for quite some time now.

Molitia leaned against his shoulder while feeling his touch that was fiddling with her body.

Even the servants who had always visited the parlor didn’t linger around. She was absolutely sure that they knew what had transpired within that room.

Immediately after she had that thought, shame soon dyed her face, albeit belatedly.

“What’s wrong? Is it too hot?”

“No, it’s just… I’m sure that they’ve been listening all along out there.”

“Who cares, we’re a couple.”

Raven thought it was just insignificant, but Molitia was different. In such a place, where it was other than the bedroom while the sun was still up in broad daylight. It was glaringly obvious, when she hadn’t even heard of the rumors that would eventually float around.

“You should just do it in the bedroom.”

“Which one? I won’t really know unless you tell me.”

“Raven!”

Raven laughed at those little grumbling words of hers. He gradually nodded before kissing her hair.

“I’ll try.”

“I know that kind of effort. And you failed every single time, no?”

“Did I?”

Molitia stuck out her tongue in response to his brazen manner of retorting. She felt like she could never be able to overpower him in that conversation. Therefore, she brought out a different topic, instead.

“You said earlier that I’m not greedy.”

“I did.”

“In that case, can I be greedy just once?”

“Which one, then?”

His wife’s greed. Raven immediately felt like his curiosity was piqued. It was due to the fact that her eyes had sparkled only a few times before.

“I don’t want to participate in anyone else’s banquet, but I’d like to throw a tea party—right here, at the Duchy.”

Raven adjusted his face a little when he heard what Molitia had said. Even if he didn’t want to be worried that much, his mind just naturally reminded him of her own physical condition.

“Are you going to be okay? I heard that you shouldn’t overdo it at all.”

“It’ll be fine if I just organize a brief luncheon. Plus, there’s someone whom I really want to invite.”

“Who is it?”

Molitia took a deep breath for a while before declaring with a firm look on her face.

“Arjan Clemence, my sister.”

“Not her.”

He immediately drew the line—faster than ever. The soft eyes of his lovely wife were nowhere to be seen, only a pair of fierce eyes were left glistening.