The Dragon Duke's Wife - Chapter 7
“You’ll need to be thoroughly prepared to accept me, Ann. When I finally have you, I want you to feel pleasure like you’ve never known before—pure, overwhelming pleasure.”
“Ah, ung, Duke!”
“So, get used to this pleasure. I want you to be so accustomed to this that just thinking of me will make you wet.”
His whispers vibrated against the sensitive area between her legs, sending shocks through her body. Inside, she felt like she was burning up.
His fingers moved as though parting her, causing a slight ache that was quickly overshadowed by the intensity of the sensations. Each time he sucked gently on her sensitive nub, Ancia cried out.
“Ah, ugh, ah!”
The feelings were entirely foreign to her, unlike the simple satisfaction of eating something delicious or sinking into warm water. She couldn’t immediately comprehend that this was pleasure.
And yet, there was a lingering frustration where his touch didn’t reach. Each brush of stimulation sent electric tingles through her, drawing involuntary noises from her throat. Her hips writhed restlessly, and her legs kicked aimlessly into the air.
“Call me Kal, Ann. Say my name.”
“Kal, ah, Kal! Kal!”
Khalid chuckled with delight as fresh liquid flowed from her. Ancia whimpered, shaking her head, unable to think about embarrassment, the fact that the room was still partially lit, or that she was in the arms of a man she’d met less than half an hour ago.
Khalid murmured.
“It feels like you’re kissing me here.”
“Ah, oh, ah!”
“You’re sucking my fingers more passionately than your lips ever could.”
Muttering under his breath that he couldn’t let himself lose, he moved up and captured her lips with his own.
His fingers spread her even further, the slick sounds making it impossible for Ancia to tell if they were coming from her lips or her body. She couldn’t hold on much longer.
Her cry of release was swallowed by Khalid’s mouth as her body, tense and coiled like a spring, finally let go, leaving her limp and trembling.
“Ahh…”
She let out a faint moan, her body slackening in his arms.
Khalid pulled back slightly, his lips parting from hers. As he withdrew his fingers, Ancia shuddered, feeling a fresh rush of warmth escape her. With his arms wrapped around her waist, Khalid kissed her again, this time slow and sweet.
Her skirt was still bunched up, and the cool air between her wet thighs made her shiver, but she barely had the energy to notice. In her drowsy state, she vaguely realized that the hard, large object brushing against her thigh was his member.
Khalid covered her eyes with one hand.
“This is too soon for you. Just rest if you’d like.”
Ancia didn’t have the energy to reply. She drifted off to sleep, feeling Khalid’s hand move between her thighs as he released himself between her legs.
2. The first night that starts during the daylight
The marriage contract was presented the very next day.
There was no wedding ceremony, no reception, and not even a wedding ring. Still reeling from the events of the previous day, Ancia sat dazed on the bed while the maids dressed her up with minimal embellishment.
She was then escorted to the lavish reception room of the Duke’s residence.
“Is something happening?”
Several unfamiliar faces were present, including a priest and the assistant who had overseen her interview in response to the advertisement.
Khalid snapped his fingers with a crisp click.
“We’re getting married.”
“Married? I thought there would be a few weeks of preparation. The assistant mentioned an engagement period…”
Ancia stammered, caught off guard.
“We’ve already done most of what’s required. It’s better to get the paperwork finalized quickly. Come here, Ann. Let’s make it official.”
Still bewildered, she moved toward Khalid, who gestured for her to come closer.
A tray holding a pen and the marriage contract was placed in front of her, along with a trust certificate in place of traditional wedding gifts.
“The rings are still being prepared. Apologies—they said the gemstone is taking longer to cut than expected.”
“Oh, it’s fine. Any ring would have been enough…”
“I can’t put just anything on your ring finger. It represents you as my wife.”
A wedding ring, of course, symbolized being someone’s wife or husband. It was only natural that the Duchess of Velados would have a ring crafted from the finest jewels.
Still, his words sounded oddly sweet to her, and Ancia found herself absentmindedly pressing her hand against her chest with her heart fluttering.
“Even if we don’t hold a ceremony, shouldn’t we at least invite some relatives? I thought I’d meet the elders first and introduce myself.”
“You don’t need to concern yourself with the old folks. The Duke is me—I’m the head of this house. And as my wife, you are my equal.”
“That’s not how things work… they are still the elders of the family.”
Ancia replied carefully.
Even though she would bear the title of Duchess, it was merely symbolic for now. Only after successfully completing the six-month contract and conceiving an heir would she truly become the Duchess of Velados.
Even then, she felt unworthy to use Khalid’s authority to impose on his relatives. That wasn’t the kind of Duchess she wanted to be.
