The Dragon Duke's Wife - Chapter 12
Finally, Khalid began to move his hand slowly. His finger slid out at an agonizingly deliberate pace. Ancia whimpered. It was searingly hot, as if it were burning her from the inside, and she wanted it out to escape the discomfort. Yet, as soon as it withdrew, the emptiness left her aching.
A surge of fluid gushed out. Khalid pushed his finger back in, equally slow as if carving a path.
“Ah! Ah!”
Ancia writhed helplessly under Khalid’s hand.
Over and over, he repeated the same deliberate motion, parting her deeply with each thrust. She unconsciously moved in time with his rhythm, her body responding instinctively.
Eventually, she forgot even the shame of her having her legs spread, focusing solely on the sensations radiating from her core. Pressing the back of her head against Khalid’s chest, she tried to rub herself against his palm for more, but it wasn’t enough to quench the burning desire and pleasure building inside her.
“Ah, mm, ah!”
“You’re driving me mad,” Khalid murmured, parting her lips with his own.
Their tongues tangled fiercely. The overwhelming fullness and faint pain collided. She found it hard to distinguish whether it was pain or not.
Her consciousness swayed between waves of pleasure and strain until, finally, her vision went white for a fleeting moment. The darkness that followed made her feel as if she were falling into a void, but Khalid caught her.
“Haah, ah…”
Ancia buried herself in his arms, moaning softly. Her body that was still glistening with heat, craved more of him. She wanted him completely—to take him in fully, to entwine their bodies and reach ecstasy.
“Ah, mm…”
“If we keep going like this, we won’t last until night.”
Khalid said with a chuckle, pulling his hand away. Ancia shivered at the emptiness, looking up at him with wide eyes. Her entrance throbbed.
“Rest for a moment.”
He stood from the bed as he spoke. Ancia was clutching her chest in anticipation thinking they were going to continue.
But Khalid returned moments later with a glass of water, sipping it before offering some to her. Holding her gently, he helped her sit up and removed the veil that had been crumpled beneath her bare body.
A flush crept up her face when she noticed the red stain on the fabric. Khalid folded the veil neatly, placing it on a table with a satisfied expression, and set the tiara on top of it.
Then he climbed back over Ancia’s body again. Overwhelmed with exhilaration and fear, Ancia parted her lips and her legs again.
3. Duchess of Velados
When Ancia woke up, the bedroom was filled with the scent of flowers.
She struggled to lift her heavy eyelids. The room was entirely covered in red and white roses.
She couldn’t remember when she had fallen asleep last night. All she could recall was crying uncontrollably, nearly choking on her sobs as she received the dragon’s touch deep into her body.
Perhaps, lost in endless peaks of pleasure, she had eventually succumbed to exhaustion and fallen asleep.
She thought she had been moved to a different room, but upon closer inspection, she realized she was in the Duke’s bedroom. The overwhelming presence of flowers softened the otherwise dark and imposing atmosphere.
‘You couldn’t set up the bridal chamber there.’
Khalid’s words came back to her.
So, this was the bridal chamber. Ancia blushed as she reflected on it.
Though she hadn’t yet fully received Khalid, their wedding night had been spent in his arms, writhing together until the morning, leaving a bloodstain on her white veil.
Her body ached all over. Her abused lower body still felt sore, as though something was still inside her. The heat seemed to linger deep within her womb.
‘So, I’m really his wife now.’
Ancia turned onto her side. She noticed a bouquet of roses tied together and a tiara placed nearby. She couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight.
But the smile quickly faded. She buried her face in the sheets, feeling uneasy. Was it okay for her to feel happy? She had signed a contract and come here without her family, marrying a man she hardly knew—without even a ring.
How happy would she have been if Khalid had been beside her when she woke up?
She pressed the thought down, reminding herself that being too greedy wasn’t good.
Khalid had been more than kind to her, treating her well beyond what she deserved and loving her with a passion she hadn’t expected. She had to be content with that and focus on becoming a good Duchess to keep him from growing bored of her.
Knock knock.
A knock came at the door.
“Who is it?”
Her voice was still strained from last night’s sobs and cries and barely came out. She managed to speak, and an older woman’s voice answered from the other side.
“It’s Laura, the maid. I’ve come to attend to you, Madam
“Ah.”
Ancia was startled and tried to sit up. But her body felt weak, and she struggled to get up.
“Wait a moment.”
She spoke quickly, searching for something to wear. She couldn’t face an unfamiliar person while naked.
However, this was Khalid’s room, and the chemise gown and undergarments she had worn last night were nowhere to be found. Even if they were, they weren’t in a condition to be worn.
“I’ve brought your clothes, Madam.”
“Ah!”
Laura, who had been waiting outside, finally spoke, preparing to open the door.
