My Dear Grand Duke on a Leash - Chapter 2
Chapter 1.2 — Prologue. Princess’ Honeymoon (2)
“I know that we don’t have time. Still, according to the contract, I also have to fulfill my duties as a Grand Madam of Acheron. If we just do this, my stamina will run out, and all I can do is lie down.”
“You are doing well enough. It was an unwanted marriage, but aren’t you doing your best already?”
“That’s natural. I made a promise, so I can’t do it half-heartedly. Even though there’s a time limit, we’re a couple. I’ll do my best for a year as a husband and wife, and then we’ll get a clean divorce.”
The Grand Duke’s hand, which was unbuttoning his shirt, stopped.
A hazy, incomprehensible look passed over the surface of his cool, light blue eyes. However, Lariette didn’t notice it.
Soon, the shirt he threw off was neatly folded like a packaged product and placed on top of the vest.
Because of that, the hard, broad chest that was covered by the shirt was exposed. It was a dense, strong chest. How could that vast chest and forearms, which seemed like they would explode if pricked with a needle, looked slim and graceful with just a shirt on?
She was still questionable.
‘While his torso is thick, his waist is relatively thin?’
It was different from when she saw it at night. It was all angled, and Lariette didn’t know how the shadows could be so clear there.
‘Even though it was a little regretful to think that this kind of man would be my husband for only one year…’
“After the divorce, you’ll never have to get involved with me. Besides, if that ever happens, then I’ll do my best to stop it… Ah!”
As Lariette’s body stumbled backwards, her curly wheat-colored hair fluttered at the edge of her vision, and soon, her small body was buried in the bed.
Laying down on the soft bed, she realized that he had grabbed her ankles and lifted them up. The blanket that covered her body was disorganized, almost revealing the red peak and dense parts of her breast. At that, Lariette hurriedly grabbed the sheet and raised her body halfway up.
A few messy strands of her hair clung wildly to her round eyes and plump cheeks.
“Now, wait a minute, Grand Duke. I’m not done yet… Oh, why—!”
When the man pressed her slender legs to her upper body, the heat seeped through her skin. Looking down at her obstinately through his blue eyes, he then kissed her on the inside of her ankle.
It was a part that she never imagined that someone’s lips would touch.
The only soft, soft flesh touched the ankle bone in his body, which was all solid. He was carefully kissing her as if dealing with something that would break if he applied force. When he sucked in to make a clicking sound, her groin tightened.
Lariette’s face turned bright red, and she twisted her waist.
“Why did you kiss that? It’s dirty!”
“You seem to have had a hard time last night, so I’ll be gentle today.”
“It’s not that… Huu…”
As if leaving a trace on the soft skin, he sucked before drawing his tongue soothingly while the tongue’s texture was damp and strange.
From the ankle to the calf, he moved down gradually.
Lariette’s legs twisted unruly with his gesture of foretelling where she was going to be at his leisure. Of course, with him holding on to the thigh he was resting on, there was a limitation for her to squirm.
The voice, which seemed to be a protesting grunt, gradually turned into an excited, nasally sound. Meanwhile, the man remained between her legs as if enjoying the reaction before finally reaching his target.
When his lips brushed against a place that was still sensitive after being tormented all night, her nerves jumped up like a frightened cat. It was expected. Unlike last night, he was cautious and gentle enough to make her impatient.
It was different from the movements of teasing and trifling—like a little apology and thorough service.
Riette soon became distressed, like the string instrument he was playing. His kiss became more intense as Lariette whined with ambiguous movements that she didn’t know whether she was twisting to get out or begging for more.
[ T/N: Riette is Lariette’s nickname! The author alternates between her name and nickname often, and it’s the same for other characters as well in the future, so I just wanted to mention this early on. ]
As he acted like a gourmet, savoring the nectar that drenched all over his chin, the man, who seemed lazy like a full lion, suddenly became ravenous.
Riette eventually slid her hand through his hair and pushed her pelvis forward.
“Grand Duke, hng, don’t do that. Not that…”
At her words, a hot breath brushed her secret slit.
It was as if he was letting go of the breath he had been holding back. Lariette couldn’t tell if it was a short laugh or a sigh.
His lips moved away.
“How would you like it, Princess?”
When she met his face, where satisfaction wet the corners of his mouth, blood rushed to her cheeks. Riette pulled the blanket that barely covered her stomach up to her neck.
“I don’t know. How do I know?”
Still feeling like something was missing, she then hurriedly threw the hem of the blanket towards the man’s face.
“At least cover your face! It’s too bright…”
As he crawled down again, the Grand Duke obediently covered himself with the blanket.
Riette soon realized that it was a very wrong choice.
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