I Don’t Need the Grand Duke’s Regret - Chapter 32 - 🔞

Chapter 32
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Armilla’s delicate shoulders trembled. Ricardo, who had been trying to push her away, heard her pathetic plea, gave a sigh softly.

“I don’t love anyone. I don’t love you either.”

A cool and simple tone of voice. It was a cold answer that seemed to instantly freeze Armilla’s burning love.

But she, Armilla, did not freeze. She looked at Ricardo with tearful eyes.

“That’s okay.”

Armilla lifted her quivering lips into a smile.

“Your Grace has no one else but me. I am the only one by your side.”

Right?

Ricardo gathered his eyebrows at the voice whispering anxiously. A fairly rational gaze rested on Armilla.

His gaze was devoid of any affection, but he was facing her anyway. He looked at Armilla for a while and then slowly nodded his head.

‘This is all I need.’

Armilla was satisfied. At least Ricardo doesn’t tell her her lies. He didn’t turn away from her. He didn’t throw her away. And he said that there was no other woman but Armilla.

So this was enough.

“It’s just you.”

Armilla was relieved by Ricardo’s answer and pressed her lips against his. As the wet tongues tangled together, the cool room became hot again. Armilla kissed him passionately, unlike before when she was shy.

Although she was clumsy, she eagerly rolled her tongue and pressed her body against Ricardo’s. It was a pitiful gesture that she wanted to lift even a little from his heart.

“Your Grace, please……..make me yours.”

A thin plea escaped the sounds of the tongues mingling.

Armilla’s request impressed Ricardo. He groaned harshly, as if his patience had worn out, and then stood up. A spark flew in his purple eyes as he looked down at Armilla, who was lying on the bed.

“Alright, since you agreed. Now you are mine. Everything, even a strand of your hair.”

Ricardo roughly took off the jacket he was wearing. Then he undid his cravat and tore off his shirt. The white shirt he wore over his black pants fell off, revealing the huge man’s body.

Armilla’s eyes widened as she saw the body of a man she had never seen before. She was well aware that Ricardo’s appearance was on a different level from that of ordinary people, but she had no idea that his body was also much superior.

Wide shoulders, broad chest, and even abs that are divided into sections below. His body was perfect.

Riccardo took off his shirt and leaned down. As he changed his posture, his strong muscles moved and relaxed with him. He had a body that was amazing just to look at.

“Come here.”

Riccardo absentmindedly grabbed Armilla’s slender thighs. Then he spread her thin legs wide. Her skirt was as delicate and thin as a butterfly’s wings. Ricardo lifted up her skirt without hesitation.

“Your…..!”

‘Your Grace,’ Armilla was about to call Ricardo, but her breath was taken away by the moist heat touching her feet.

Ricardo was kissing her ankle bones. The large man sat between her legs and began caressing her with his soft lips.

Armilla lay on the bed and let out a soft moan as heat radiated slowly from her ankle bones up her legs. The tension in her entire body was languidly dissipating.

“Ah..…”

Armilla’s legs spread to the sides, her hands gripping the rustling black sheets.

Since she knew nothing, she didn’t know what to do. So she just left her body to Ricardo. A strange sensation arose between her legs.

A hot and tingling sensation began to pool in her legs.

Ricardo’s face was now up to her thighs. As he moved higher and higher, Armilla’s underwear became wetter. Armilla flinched at the unfamiliar sensation of liquid gushing between her legs.

“Do, don’t…!”

That was when she tried to put her legs together in embarrassment. Armilla was startled when Ricardo’s face came between her legs.

What kind of absurd thing is this? Grand Duke Ricardo Vittore buries his face between Armilla’s legs. Her face heated up with embarrassment and it felt like she was going to explode.

“Your Grace!”

Armilla wriggled her legs and tried to push Ricardo away. What if he even looked at her wet underwear. If that happens, she will just want to die of embarrassment. But even though she resisted, Ricardo did not budge.

“Huht!”

Armilla, trying to get away from Ricardo, flinched and threw her head back. Something wet touched her under the lace. It was Ricardo’s tongue.

“Ah, haht!”

The idea that Ricardo would be offended by seeing her wet underwear was completely unfounded. He licked her underwear and even removed the piece of cloth covering her secret place to the side.

Armilla gasped in shock as her secret place was exposed.

“Your, Your Grace!”

“Shh.”

Ricardo remained calm, unlike Armilla, who was frantic. He took off her underwear and glanced between her legs.

Armilla couldn’t bear the shame anymore and covered her face with her hands. Her thighs were spread wide open under Ricardo’s grasp.

Her red entrance twitched within Ricardo’s vision. Contrary to Armilla’s response, her drenched entrance was extremely lewd.

Armilla was wet even before Ricardo started caressing her. Even her folds were twitching and tempting him.

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