The Nanny of House Herzen - Chapter 78
She weakly moved her hand to grip the bed for support. Dizzy and seeing white spots in her vision, she complied with his command to lie down.
Evelyn loved the man who was gentle with her, but she couldn’t resist the one who commanded everyone. He was her husband and her master. Her protector and her predator.
And Evelyn loved when he lost control. The Duke casting aside his dignity and acting like a wild animal in heat was exhilarating. It was a side only she could see.
Carius thrust into her without any further preparation.
“Ah!”
She let out a scream-like moan as he buried his teeth into the nape of her neck. Milk splattered from her crushed b*****s. He smeared it with his palm, causing a fleeting chill as it dried. His relentless thrusting left her feeling raw.
“You owe me a lot, don’t you?” he growled ominously.
The intensity of his thrusts made her feel sore deep inside. Despite her fear, Evelyn turned to face him, her golden eyelashes wet and fluttering. The pleasure was overwhelming, but she had something to say.
“No way. You’re much more at fault.”
He smirked and kissed her roughly, his tongue invading her mouth before pulling away just as abruptly. His dark eyes bored into hers as he harshly questioned.
“Doubting my feelings, was that not your fault?”
Before she could answer, he pressed her shoulders down.
“Head down,” he commanded again.
Evelyn ended up with her wet b*****s and tear-streaked cheeks pressed against the bed, her round hips raised high. The compromising position allowed him to penetrate even deeper.
The pressure was too much for her to speak. He pushed in brutally, his swollen head hitting every sensitive spot within her.
“Ah!”
When her light body was pushed forward, Carius roughly pulled her back.
“It’s too much…”
He bent over, pressing his chest against her back.
“You often forget and doubt, so I have to remind you.”
With each sharp thrust, Evelyn’s body shuddered, her back arching involuntarily.
A low, threatening murmur filled her ears.
“I’m always in heat for you.”
The sensation was overwhelming. Though he had traveled this path countless times, it felt strangely different after a few months’ hiatus. Each thrust seemed to carve a new path inside her, making her grip the bed sheets tightly as her fingers twitched with the effort.
“Ah, ugh! Ah!”
Evelyn bit her lip hard. The pain and humiliation would be fleeting, she knew. Even in such a degrading position, he would melt her into a pliable, yearning mess.
His hand slipped beneath her chest, pressing her b*****s against the bed. Already swollen with arousal, the added pressure made her whimper.
Just as she was about to surrender to the warmth of his touch, Carius spoke.
“You’re rubbing on purpose because I haven’t sucked on them yet?”
The accusation was baseless. She desperately wanted him to suck, to touch her.
But she had no time to answer. He gripped her b****t roughly and thrust even harder, driving deep with a force that left her breathless.
“Ah! Ah, Carius, it’s too much…”
He bit her earlobe, his breathing heavy and erratic. He panted like an animal, his words nothing but selfish commands.
“Say you like it, Evelyn. Beg for more.”
Tears of exhaustion slipped down Evelyn’s cheeks. The sun hadn’t even set, yet she felt utterly consumed. The night ahead seemed impossibly long. He would ravage her like a beast before returning to the tender husband she knew.
But she also knew how sweet he would be in the morning. He would kneel in adoration, showering her with kisses and whispers of love. So she wasn’t afraid.
She turned her head slightly, looking at him with tear-filled eyes. Meeting his dangerous gaze without flinching, she smiled softly.
“I like it, Carius.”
A smile tugged at Carius’s lips.
Evelyn, still on her stomach, rubbed her b****t against his hand and moaned proudly.
“Ah, do it more.”
For a brief moment, Carius returned to being the tender husband, placing a gentle kiss by her ear. The feel of his tongue leisurely licking her nape was comforting.
But as soon as she relaxed, the rough thrusts resumed.
“Ah! Ah! Ahh!”
Tears of pleasure glistened beneath Evelyn’s golden lashes. Soon, her cheeks would be flushed from his attentions, and once again, he would lose himself in her, prolonging the night.
* * *
Before the sky could even turn red, the upper floors of the grand mansion saw its servants quietly retreating to give the couple privacy. The nurse, carrying the baby downstairs, jokingly remarked to the Duchess’s maid.
“It looks like a third little one will be on the way soon.”
The young maid, Ellie, blushed furiously and hurried down the stairs.
