The Dragon Duke's Wife - Chapter 24
In the end, unable to be honest, Ancia turned her head away.
Khalid looked at her with a slightly troubled expression and let out a small sigh.
“I wasn’t trying to make a joke.”
“If anyone has upset you, it’s me. Don’t apologize. And don’t kneel like that—it’s unbecoming of your dignity as a Duke.”
“Whether I’m a Duke or an Emperor, when putting a ring on my wife’s hand, this is how it’s done.”
Unconsciously, Ancia pressed her free hand against her chest when Khalid reached into his pocket and retrieved a ring box. Letting go of her hand, he opened it to reveal a ring with a heart-shaped red gemstone.
“Is this… a wedding ring?”
“It’s later than I intended.”
“No, it’s perfect.”
Her eyes stung with emotion. Khalid, seemingly unaware of the turmoil in her heart, pulled her left hand closer, kissed the back of it again, and slipped the ring onto her fourth finger. It fit perfectly.
“Now, for mine.”
He handed her another ring box and extended his left hand. Ancia prayed her hands wouldn’t tremble as she opened the box. His ring, though free of gemstones, bore the same intricate design etched into hers.
Carefully, she slid the ring onto his fourth finger, her heartbeat echoing in her ears.
Khalid stood and sat beside her, intertwining their left hands. The feel of the rings brushing together sent an inexplicable warmth through her.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes. Is it a… pigeon blood ruby?”
“No, it’s my heart.”
He said playfully. Ancia laughed, assuming he was joking about the shape of the gemstone, but her laughter faded when Khalid leaned toward her.
“Kal…”
“I know you must think I’m insatiable. I know I’ve been demanding, maybe even unreasonably so.”
She couldn’t deny it. Khalid’s voice dropped lower, dripping with longing.
“But I can’t help it. All day long, all I think about is when I can finally be inside you, filling you until there’s nothing left but me. So please… bear with me.”
“Kal…”
Her breath hitched as he lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles and ring, then let his tongue trail along the back of her hand. Though her dress modestly covered her body, the sensation sent a shiver through her.
The next moment, she found herself lying back on the sofa, her breaths coming fast.
Khalid pinned her gently, one thigh pressed between hers, his hand caressing her face as he leaned in to kiss her. His hands roamed from her chest to her stomach, exploring her body through the fabric.
Ancia squirmed slightly, her hips instinctively shifting. Khalid held her close, kissing her deeply before pulling back to gaze at her with heated eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“This dress. You said you liked it, but I’m afraid I don’t have the patience to take my time with it.”
He spoke those words and ripped the front of her dress with a sharp tear.
“Ah! Oh!”
Ancia let out a startled scream, but the second sound was not of fear—it was a moan. Khalid had buried his face between her b*****s.
“Kal! Ah, mmph!”
He alternated between sucking on each side of her chest, rubbing his face against the soft skin. His hands moved frantically, pulling apart her skirt and slipping beneath her undergarments. She was already wet, and he confirmed her before tearing her underwear apart.
“Ah! Kal, wait—ah!”
“Don’t look down. Look only at me.”
His firm voice held her attention as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, holding her close. The teasing touch of his hand disappeared, leaving her legs to kick aimlessly in frustration.
A moment later, something hot and firm pressed against her.
“Ah…”
She froze as she realized what it was and her breath caught in her chest. Khalid’s rough hands slid down her back, gripping her hips as he aligned their lower bodies closer together.
“You’re ready enough now. This much should be fine. Ancia, don’t look. If you try to run, I might lose control and do something I’ll regret.”
The scorching heat of his flesh pressed against her sensitive folds. She clung tightly to Khalid’s neck, closing her eyes.
This was it. She realized this was the missing piece, the final fragment she had longed for. She didn’t want just his touch—she wanted to become one with him, to share the same ecstasy together.
“I want you.”
Khalid breathed as he rubbed himself. His s***t felt burning like molten steel. Even with just that, she could tell its size.
Her swollen petals were glistening and open, the small bud at her core pulsing with anticipation. Each brush of Khalid’s length against her heightened the waves of pleasure. With her embarrassment forgotten, Ancia moved her hips. She already knew the pleasure he could bring.
“Do you want me inside you?”
“I—I don’t know, Kal… ah!”
She couldn’t bring herself to say yes outright. Sensing her hesitation, Khalid reached behind her with his hand. The long, dragon-like fingers slid inside her, eliciting a wet, unmistakable sound as her body greedily welcomed him, pulling him deeper.
“Ah, ah!”
Ancia arched her back, her head falling back as she gasped. The sensation was overwhelming, fulfilling yet leaving her yearning for the heat that had been pressing against her moments ago.
The absence of that warmth was painful in its own way.
