For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 30
Eugenie adjusted the lamp’s flame while biting her lip. There couldn’t be many women in the Empire who would be displeased with such a sight.
‘Anyone who sees this might think I’m the one overpowering him.’
No matter how she looked at it, the Duke was easily twice her size.
Finally, the light from the lamp that had been illuminating the room turned a hazy yellow. The colors of their skin blended into the darkness and low light, making it hard to discern their original hues.
Clink…
The chain in Eugenie’s hand made a soft sound as it clashed together. The two of them silently gazed at each other in the shadows.
Just how sincere was this man with her? What did this ‘contract’ really mean?
“Madam.”
“…Yes?”
“I would like to ask for permission to kiss you.”
“Um, yes. Feel free to do so.”
Was it really necessary to ask so formally for permission to kiss while tenderly cradling her cheeks?
The shyness of others is contagious, and Eugenie’s lashes fluttered slightly.
The kiss was slow and cautious. It felt entirely different from the passionate kisses she had shared with Alfred, fueled by champagne and overt affection. Somehow, it made her feel like a true noblewoman on her wedding night, and she felt a bit embarrassed.
But gradually… the bluntness she felt beneath her thighs became harder to ignore.
‘It feels like it’s swelling to an undeniable size.’
“Madam… ah.”
“Ah…”
The kisses became slightly more sensual, with their lips pressing together and pulling apart. As the Duke’s tongue brushed against hers softly, his hand gently pulled at Eugenie’s waist.
“Ah!”
Her heart raced at the volume she felt below, but any sounds of awe and shock were stifled by the kiss.
The source of heat pressed right beneath her core. How had she not noticed it when he walked in wearing that bathrobe?
The Duke lightly held Eugenie’s waist with both hands. Although he applied only a little pressure, it led Eugenie’s core to rub slowly against his member.
“Hmm… nnngh.”
As their tongues intertwined, soft moans escaped her lips, adding to the heat of the moment.
The sensation felt unique through the thin fabric. The way her sensitive areas brushed against the fabric sent gentle waves of pleasure through her.
As she moved slowly up and down against the thick s***t, every time the prominent veins or contours of his member brushed against her, her core reacted as if it was a hungry mouth gasping for more.
Because Eugenie had already come to understand just how good it could feel when she was filled.
“Madam.”
“…!”
Eugenie’s body jolted at the sound of his voice, which was different from when he had asked for permission to kiss her. It was no longer shy or hesitant; it carried a dry, rough tone that hinted at irritation.
“Did Wilberforce satisfy you last night?”
“W-what?”
“There’s evidence left here.”
The Duke brushed his fingers over her shoulder, which was hidden beneath her hair.
Although the room was dim, the deep purplish bruising stood out starkly. Eugenie gasped inside at the unexpected mark.
‘No, Alfred! When did you leave this here?’
She had been shocked when she washed up in the bathroom, but she hadn’t expected him to leave marks in such places.
The Duke bit his lower lip, then muttered in a slightly calmer voice, “I shouldn’t have asked that. It was none of my business.”
“Uh, it’s okay. Probably.”
While chivalry should be praised for wanting to protect her privacy, the men in this mansion would all end up sharing the same bed with her anyway.
‘It would be even more ridiculous to struggle to hide something.’
Since the atmosphere had already turned awkward, Eugenie decided to quickly move to the next step.
“Well then, I should take off my nightgown… ah!”
Before she could even suggest undressing, her view shifted, and in an instant, she found herself lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
That part was easy to get used to. During her time with Alfred, she had been pushed into different positions more than a few times.
“Ah! Ahh…!”
But suddenly, the Duke buried his face beneath her undergarment. Unlike the polite kisses they had shared earlier, he eagerly began to tease with his lips.
“Ah, w-wait, ah!”
With her vision obscured, the sounds of his lips licking, kissing, and sucking at her skin became more pronounced. His mouth began to roam roughly upward from her lower abdomen, where her underwear rested.
“Ahh!”
At times, he bit down as if she was his prey. Whenever that happened, her hand gripping the chain trembled to the point of turning white.
Should she pull on it? Was it rough enough to warrant that?
