My Favorite Smut Author Is My Husband! - Chapter 8
“My wife.”
The Duke seemed to be slowly giving in, but it felt like a decisive move was still needed. At that moment, lines from author K’s novel, which Lily had read dozens of times, flashed through her mind.
If she subtly hinted that she had read the book too, she could convey the message that she was one of his readers, subtly suggesting they could ignite the night.
“…My wedding dress is covered with lace and jewels, so it might be a bit difficult to take off on my own. The accessories are quite heavy too.”
“…..”
“Would you… help me, Your Grace?”
Following the heroine’s lines from the novel, Lily turned her back to the Duke, inwardly cheering at the mixture of embarrassment and excitement she felt.
As she swept her hair forward, her slender nape, thin shoulders, and back, covered only by delicate lace, were revealed.
This time, it was the Duke who swallowed hard. He was grateful that Lily, having turned away, couldn’t see his trembling hands as he carefully reached out.
No one could resist such temptation.
“I’m not very familiar with women’s clothing… If you feel uncomfortable, please let me know.”
“I don’t know much about women’s clothes, but if tearing it apart is fine with you, I can help.”
Lily realized that the Duke’s line was similar yet different from the one in the novel. How many times had she punched her pillow while reading about the heroine feeling humiliated as her clothes were torn off?
However, as she felt his gentle touch on her back, she thought that this teasing atmosphere wasn’t bad at all.
*Riiip*
“Oh.”
“I-I’m sorry, wife.”
But instead of feeling regret, Lily smiled as she felt the delicate lace being torn by his careful hands.
Now, it was starting.
“Your Grace…”
Pretending to hold onto her now half-torn dress, Lily turned around as the fabric slipped from her body, revealing more than half of her chest.
Ashulin, who had no intention of actually ripping her dress, felt his mind go blank at the sight of Lily standing before him, her chest partially exposed.
“My lady, I deeply apologize. I’ll compensate for the dress—”
Compensate for the wedding dress? Was he suggesting she remarry? Lily thought the Duke was acting quite well and decided not to lose to him in this playful exchange.
With a soft sound, Lily let go of the dress, as though releasing something precious, and it dropped to the floor.
“You don’t need to apologize, Your Grace. I… am ready to receive you.”
Dressed only in her wedding chemise, she moved to the bed and sat down, looking up at Ashulin, hoping he would stop acting and finally make a move.
Although she had gained a wealth of knowledge from books, she wasn’t sure how things were supposed to start beyond this point. In most of the novels she had read, once the heroine gave a signal…
*Whoosh*
“…I’ll extinguish the lights.”
This was it. In the novels, the male protagonist would rush in with a fierce gleam in his eyes. And indeed, the Duke, his gaze transformed, began extinguishing the candles around the bed as he approached her.
With the lights out, she could no longer see his face clearly. All she could feel was the ominous sensation of something large looming over her, as if it were about to engulf her.
“Your Grace, I’m not exactly sure, but I’ll do my best…”
“My wife, it’s alright. All I need you to do is call me by my name.”
If this weren’t the wedding night but just her room, Lily would’ve pounded her pillow several times over. His words pierced her heart, and she thought once again, “Author K really is amazing.” She stared quietly at Ashulin as he climbed on top of her, waiting for what would happen next.
Ashulin lightly kissed her forehead, then her lips. His nose brushed hers, and his breath tickled her. Before she could process the sensation, he whispered softly.
“Call my name.”
“…Ashulin… Hmph.”
“Once more…”
“Ashul—Mmph, mmh.”
His nibbling at her ear and whispering so provocatively was too stimulating. In novels, this was only the beginning of the encounter, yet the intensity was overwhelming.
The real thing was much more extraordinary than the novel’s description. Just as she realized this, something entered her open mouth as she tried to speak.
“Mmph—”
Ashulin’s tongue teased her palate, exploring every corner of her mouth. Lily, belatedly trying to mimic what she had read, clumsily moved her tongue, but her inexperienced efforts only fueled Ashulin’s desire.
Ashulin could feel a growl rumbling in his chest as he gently nibbled on her now red and swollen lower lip after just one kiss.
“Haa… haa…”
“……”
In the dim light, he could see her dazed expression, her eyes glazed over in the lingering effects of the kiss. It had only been one kiss, yet her innocent response made his heart swell with emotion.
“Mmph!”
He had vowed to be gentle, to handle her with care. But watching the most pure and sacred-looking woman slowly crumble under each of his touches overwhelmed him.
Consumed by desire, he kissed her again, even deeper this time, as his hand slid over the thin chemise covering her slender waist.
“Ugh!”
