The Dragon Duke's Wife - Chapter 18
She felt utterly lost, caught between the urge to ask for more and the impulse to pull away in nervous anticipation.
Khalid lifted her skirt, his knee gently parting her thighs as he leaned closer. She worried her wetness might soak through. Yet, when she shifted slightly, the movement awakened the buried seed of pleasure deep within her, making her even wetter.
The tiara rolled across the wide bed. Ancia, pulling Khalid’s head tightly against her chest, stared up at the ceiling—then froze, startled.
She had never thought of herself as beautiful or alluring. But the woman reflected in the mirror, flushed and breathless and was loved to the fullest, looked like a flower in full bloom.
Tears welled in her eyes. It might be an illusion, likely just a fleeting thought. But if she could feel this way in his arms, she wished she could stay like this forever.
4. Heart and Wedding Ring
Today’s flowers were hydrangeas; the entire bedroom was adorned in shades of blue and white.
The flowers that had filled the room the day after their first night together were, Ancia assumed, a wedding gift. Yet, when the blooms began to wilt two days later, they were replaced with lilies. Over the next month, the flowers changed constantly, with fresh ones always gracing the bedroom, never once allowed to wither.
Every morning, Ancia woke with a sense of anticipation, wondering what flowers would greet her that day as their fragrance filled her heart with joy.
True to his word, Khalid granted her authority over the household but never permitted her to move into the Madam’s bedroom. Each evening, she was carried into his arms to their shared bedroom, where she was enveloped in pleasure late into the night, only to collapse into an exhausted sleep without the strength to even bathe.
Her body felt as heavy as a waterlogged sponge. She barely had the energy to learn her duties as the Duchess. She had always considered herself fairly strong, but now she struggled to keep up. Whether it was exhaustion or her heightened sensitivity, her body trembled and succumbed to pleasure so easily that her climaxes only grew more intense over time.
On the other hand, Khalid seemed tireless. He treated her as if he wanted to consume her whole, teasing and indulging her until she was utterly spent. He would then carry her to the bath, clean her himself, and cradle her in his arms until she fell asleep.
She never imagined living this way. When she signed the contract, she envisioned a life akin to that of a lifelong caregiver. Yet now, she was cherished like a princess, adored daily as a bride. It was rare, even in prominent families like the Velados, for newlyweds to spend this much time together. But Khalid showed no intention of sending her elsewhere, showering her with love at every opportunity.
She was overjoyed, blissfully happy. Yet, because this life felt too good to truly belong to her, a quiet fear lingered: the fear of losing it all one day.
Until now, she had thought of herself as strong and unyielding—a person as tough as dry bark. She believed she didn’t need a man’s love. While she had considered marriage, her distrust of her biological father made her skeptical of the stability of marriage. She placed even less faith in a man’s promises. Her life’s goal was to become self-reliant.
But now, that conviction seemed to waver. Khalid hadn’t done anything in particular, yet her heart felt as fragile as hydrangea petals.
She was terrified. Terrified that she might fall in love with him. No, that she already had.
“Were you more interested in the flowers than me?”
A soft, teasing whisper came from above her. Ancia couldn’t help but relax into a smile as she turned her body toward him. Khalid’s arm, which had been draped around her, shifted slightly, his hand sliding down toward her hip. Instinctively, Ancia hesitated and tried to edge back.
She always fell asleep in Khalid’s arms, but usually, by the time she woke up, he had already left for the day. It felt different to face him like this while fully awake.
“Aren’t you heading out early today?”
“I wanted to spend more time lounging with you.”
Khalid replied, pulling her hand to rest against the front of his trousers. She froze. His bulge was straining against the fabric as though it might tear through. Despite the thick material of his pants and the layers between them, the heat was almost scalding.
Ancia was aware of the natural phenomenon of morning wood, but still, she couldn’t help looking a bit alarmed. Yet, she quickly steeled herself. Khalid had never once pushed her beyond her limits, but if he finally decided to claim her fully, she resolved to open herself to him.
Closing her eyes tightly, she leaned into him. Khalid laughed heartily.
“Don’t make that face. It’s too soon for you.”
“I’m ready.”
“It’s not about your resolve; it’s about your body. You still need more time to get used to my energy.”
He explained, planting a quick kiss on her lips before gently pulling her hand away from his g***n. Ancia felt a mixture of disappointment and relief.
Then, a sudden realization dawned on her.
“Khalid… is the reason you sleep in such tight pants because of me?”
“I can’t have you reaching for me in your sleep and doing something reckless, can I?”
He said playfully. Ancia flushed red as he teasingly pinched her nose.
“I wouldn’t do that.”
