My Dear Grand Duke on a Leash - Chapter 44

Chapter 22.2 — How to create a child (14)

Riette grabbed the collar of his shirt, without realizing it, with her free arm.

“Grand, Grand Duke. Why, your hand there…”

“Didn’t I say I would tell you about where you need to accept me?”

Finishing his words, Cain pressed her fingers firmly against her skirt before the fabric slipped between her legs, revealing the curvature of her thigh and the indentation of her hip.

Beyond the skirt and underwear, the plump mound pressed against his fingers, creating a strange sensation.

Her breath grew shallow. The sensation of his touch in an unexpected place caused her mind to blank out in a whiteness she couldn’t have imagined. Not knowing what else to do, she gripped his collar even tighter and bit down on her lower lip.

However, that wasn’t the end.

“Ah…!”

It was because he pulled up her skirt.

Startled, Riette didn’t even have time to flinch before his hand slid smoothly inside her bloomers, not granting even a fraction of a gap for hesitation. The two hands overlapped perfectly, gliding along her flat stomach to the smooth, soft flesh, skimming down to the crevice entrance without interruption.

After guiding her to where he wanted, Cain pulled his hand away.

With one hand pushing up her skirt to ensure that the fabric wouldn’t hinder her, his other hand still kept her confined. He leaned in closer, tilting his head. As if kissing her ear, he whispered with a low breath from a distance.

“Touch yourself. Deeply.”

Not only was his breath against her earlobe ticklish, but the heat of his gaze was so intense as though it threatened to burst her heart, so Riette shut her eyes.

Blocking her view didn’t mean rejecting it.

Following his guidance, her hand willingly delved into herself.

As she pushed her fingers between the plump and elongated entrance, her breath hitched. The place she was touching for the first time was incredibly delicate, soft, and slippery. The moist petals that had been hidden away brushed against her fingertips. Perhaps it was an incredibly sensitive place, but her body flinched just by the mere touch.

“It… hurts…”

It wasn’t until she adjusted herself that Riette was barely able to speak. She rolled her eyes up, her gaze like that of a frightened deer, and looked at him. His gaze, cold as if he could disintegrate her and yet hot as if it could swallow her whole, poured down like rain.

Riette, who had bitten down on her lower lip, carefully managed to get her voice out.

“T-There doesn’t seem to be a hole here…”

“….”

“It’s warm and wet. I’ve never felt like this before, but it’s really wet here…”

Mustering up her courage, she tentatively flicked her finger to explore, but her touch only brushed against the sensitive petals. At the same time, the sensations that came as her delicate nerves reacted were strange and unfamiliar.

The fact that he was watching all of this unfold was also…

“Grand Duke, can you… tell me more? I’m scared, and I can’t touch myself anymore… Ah!”

Before she could finish her words, Cain tugged off his leather gloves and roughly discarded them with his teeth. His large and firm hand, filled with calluses, spread wide as it delved down towards the waistline of her bloomers.

Like a beast, his hand came crashing down, once again covering her.

Press.

With his fingers pressed against hers, he inserted his slender fingers into her entrance, which had tightly closed. Startled by the indescribable sensation, she leaned her forehead against his arm, which had confined her.

It had entered. Truly, inside her…

The intruder was herself, and the body that accepted this intrusion was also hers, yet the shock didn’t dissipate.

It was moist like a mouth but much narrower, and the inside was yielding and tender. Like the place one imagined when thinking of delicious food, it was filled with a spring of anticipation, overflowing and flowing down…

When he moved even closer and whispered in her ear, his breath reached all the way to the nape of her exposed neck.

“Here, I’m going in.”

In this tight space…?

At the thought, Riette lifted her forehead from his arm and turned her head to face him. Their faces were close, close enough that just a slight tilt would make their lips touch.

Looking at him from up close, his eyes were almost painfully beautiful. His blue eyes seemed to be holding something back, or conversely, they appeared to be as if seething with anger. The gaze was contrasted by a distinctly incongruent coldness and distant intensity in his facial features, coupled with a compelling rigidity. His sharp nose and firmly pressed, enchanting lips…

Slowly lifting the gaze that had lingered on his lips, she met his eyes again.

“It’s too… narrow.”

“….”

“I can’t even fit my finger in either. What is supposed to go in here? Something from the Grand Duke…”

Truly, it seemed impossible to accommodate even one of his fingers without any exaggeration.

Instead of answering, Cain looked down at her for a moment before removing the hand that had been covering her. And then…

“….!”

He touched the navel area again. He pressed his body tightly against hers, pressing it through her clothes—surging like iron heated in boiling water…

A burning stick.

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