My Dear Grand Duke on a Leash - Chapter 72

Chapter 36.2 — Honeymoon Night (12)

As her balance was lost and she swayed wildly, Cain quickly wrapped his arms around her waist. Riette laughed as she clung to him, her hair in disarray, her blouse and skirt in tatters. She still had his suit jacket draped over her shoulders.

“Grand Duke, this is a mess!”

His hair had lost its meticulously styled appearance, and his shirt was heavily wrinkled.

Cain pulled the swaying Riette towards him tightly.

“I know.”

He could feel his manhood as hot as a burning club in his lower body. It was a heat so intense that it threatened to melt his clothes.

When Riette exhaled a hot breath with languid eyes, he, who had been staring at her passionately, soon lifted her into the air.

“Kyaak!”

As soon as she let out a small scream, her body was thrown onto his shoulder. He took a stride up the stairs with her in his arms. Riette laughed once more, bouncing in line with his steps.

“I feel like I’m being kidnapped!”

His anxious footsteps seemed unfamiliar. She had always thought of him as a man as calm as the surface of the water, like a serene lake untouched by the wind…

Cain didn’t even have time to respond to her joking remark.

The pitiful Riette had no idea what that meant for her future until they reached the bedroom door. As soon as they entered the bedroom, he pushed her against the wall. As her back thudded against the bedroom door, he captured her lips, swallowing the sounds of her moans.

“Huuhk, nngh!”

He seemed different from the person she had known until now.

He was as rough as a stallion that had broken through the fence… or he behaved like a hunting dog that had shredded its muzzle with its own teeth. As he seized the ample breasts on top of the dress with his large hands, he squeezed it tightly as if savoring it before releasing them. Her entire body was tingling as he repeatedly caught and slipped the heavy mounds, creating a mesmerizing dance of undulations.

Above all, a strange pleasure coursed through the sensitive peak that was swept by his rough palm.

Before he knew it, Riette was clinging to his back, twisting her waist to the rhythm of his movements. As soon as he released her lips, the breath that had risen to the tip of her chin rushed out. She couldn’t care less about her disheveled expression, stained with saliva that had smeared her lips entirely.

“Ah, huuk. Grand Duke…”

It was because he immediately set his teeth against his earlobe. When his hot breath penetrated, her hair stood on end, and a moan escaped.

As he moved his teeth to her exposed neck, kissed, licked, and sucked it as if apologizing before he set his teeth again. When she withered as though she was running away from the heat that was tightening her lower abdomen, he pinched the tip of her chest over her clothes as if to chastise her.

“Haht!”

With a moan escaping, he lifted the face he had buried in the nape of her neck. It seemed like he was trying to capture the flushed face tainted with pleasure with his eyes.

“Princess.”

Even as he languidly called out to her, he still continued to caress her gently. She looked at him, her waist twitching in response to his movements.

“I hope you can help me, Princess.”

“M, me? Hht.”

“I don’t think I can control myself like this. I’ll have to take it out twice first.”

Take it out first…?

Although she didn’t know what it meant, he said he needed it. In addition, he wasn’t the type of man who typically made requests like this.

Riette nodded her head weakly.

“What, hnn, should I do?”

“You just need to stay like this.”

“Huh…? Ah!“

Snap.

With a sudden move, he swiftly unbuttoned the dress at the chest. The snowy skin tightly encased in a white lace bra was revealed. After burying his face in her lingerie several times, this time, he ripped the bra apart. The sensation of his nose, lips, and breath passing through the thin bra fabric was hot and vivid.

To expose her bare chest in front of a man like this felt as if she had become a courtesan who enjoyed the freedom of exposure.

Shame rushed to Riette’s face.

Her own breasts, which she had seen countless times when putting on underwear or bathing while being attended to by the maids, had never appeared so immodest. Despite wanting to cover up because she was embarrassed and ashamed, she was blocked by him.

“I’ll have the same dress replaced for you.”

“It’s not that kind of issue, ah! Hhn, haht, ah…!”

He seized one breast and drew it into his mouth in a single breath as if biting the flesh.

The damp and sticky mucous membrane inside his mouth sucked in the elastic flesh. It felt like a puppy yearning for its mother’s milk or a male dog that finally took the female dog after a long period of patience. With his other hand, he alternated between squeezing the opposite side as if it were about to burst and then fiddling with it as if kneading dough.

A numbing pleasure surged through her.

As she was barely able to grasp for breath and hold his head, she looked down at him.

“…!”

She realized what he was doing.

Amidst the sound of her flesh being sucked, there was another sound of flesh colliding. While he was sucking and caressing her breasts, he was constantly shaking the arm that should have been free.

Even though she didn’t know exactly what he was doing, she instinctively knew.

He was stimulating himself through her.

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