Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 68. Touch me.

Chapter 68: 68. Touch me.

His fingers are magic, his lips are fire and the soft caress of his voice against my ear is an enchanting opus, capturing my body and soul.

"Duke," His name trails out of my mouth like a prayer.

An unholy prayer.

His lips glide down my neck, sucking, biting, and then sucking again. At the same time his fingers are stroking my arm, following a certain pattern that makes me want to touch him too.

The way his fingers caress and stroke me, I’m having this desire to do the same. To feel the hardness of his muscles with my fingers, to count the lines on his body and trace the curves there too.

"Ahh—" My knees buckle and my lashes flutter consistently as his tongue begins to circulate around my nipple. My hold on his hair tightens as he continues to trace the areola of one breast with his tongue while squeezing the other in his hand.

And, "Hmm—"I bite down on my lips to hold back a scream as hot wet tongue suddenly licks my nipple and his lips cover it.

My back arches as I tremble feverishly beneath him. I want more. I need more. I want him to bite me there. I want him to do whatever he wants to do to and with me.

"Bite me," I breathe out the words, "Bite me Duke." I say with my eyes closed. "Ahhhwww!" I scream out with my toes curling as he does as I ask.

He bites my nipple and I cry out with pleasure as he begins to nibble on my nipple, taking small bites and then sucking it hard like he plans to extract something from within there.

"This one too." I must have lost my mind, because seeing that he is willing to do whatever I ask is making me want to request for more. "Kiss me here too." I place a hand over my other breast. I want him there too. He’s dwelling on my right breast and the left one is aching for his kisses too.

"Ah, Du—" I swallow his name as he moves from the right to the left, biting me there as soon as his lips touch my nipple.

Gosh, every kiss burns me. Makes me hotter and hotter, quickly making my insides melt until I am getting this kind of sensation that makes it seem as though my entire insides have melted.

My bones seem to have dissolved into liquid.

Like bright burning molten silver slippery and smooth, I think I’m melting underneath him.

"I can’t believe," He places a kiss at the center of my breasts, "that right now," he starts going lower and lower, "You’re the one in my arms." He’s lips reaches my navel, "That you’re the one I’m kissing like this."

He places a kiss on my navel and I feel his wet tongue there. It’s like he wants to have a deep kiss with not just my mouth but with every part of my body his lips touches.

How can he easily kiss me there like he’s kissing my lips? And why am I feeling the same kind of sensation I get when our lips lock together.

No, this one is more intense, maybe because it’s closer to my core but I can feel sweet, sweet shock waves passing from my navel to my chest and then back to my navel before moving down to my core. Causing that place between my legs to throb repeatedly.

"That I get to hold you in my arms, in the flesh and not just my dreams."

He places one more kiss on that line on my belly that separates my core from my waist then he brings himself up to my head level again.

"You are beautiful." He says while staring into my eyes... "More beautiful than the image I could conjure in my dreams." He says and places a kiss on my forehead, then another on my eyes and then my nose, before kissing my lips again.

"Y_you’re beautiful too." I say and try to take my eyes off him as I’m blushing like a child. "And I’m not just saying that because you told me I’m beautiful." Oh I can’t stand the way he stares at me. It makes me so embarrassed.

"I’m being truthful. I think you’re beautiful, Duke. I’ve thought so since the first day I met you." I don’t think I’ve ever confessed this to him.

That I thought he was a very handsome bartender.

He chuckles softly and kisses me, deeply at first, then he slowly withdraws, nibbling on my lips and I can feel the smile on his lips as he kisses me.

"Thank you." He purrs over my lips, "For thinking I’m beautiful." He grins.

"Duke," I call his name.

"Yes?"

"I want to touch you too." I confess. I can’t hide my desires any longer. "I want to feel your body with my fingers." I don’t want to hold back anymore.

Like he had said, I want to do everything I want with him. I want to let all my intentions known to him.

"Can I?"

"Oh dearest," He breathes and slowly rises to his knees, taking my hand with him, pulling me up. Slowly bringing my hand down the length of his neck, "I want to feel your touch." He confesses and takes that hand to his lips.

"I want to feel you run your fingers up and down my body." He begins to kiss my fingers one after the other. Now he’s seated again and I’m the one on my knees between his legs.

"I want to see you gulping down with anticipation and desire as you scan the entirety of my body with your fingers."

With every word he says, my desire to feel his body is growing stronger. "So yes Pagne, touch me. Touch me till I quiver and burn under your touch. Touch me till I can no longer control my desire to take you roughly. Touch me until you are sated. Touch me Pagne, I’ll allow it any time."

With those words, he has given me free reins. But now I’m wondering, maybe too much freedom is bad.

He releases my hand and lets it fall to his chest. And now I am touching, feeling, the hardness of his body. I love it. I bring my fingers to the center of his chest and slowly begin to follow that straight line down the length of his rock hard body.

He titles his head backward, placing it to rest on the head of the chair with his eyes closed and his arms spread out on both sides.

I can see him biting his lips and that strained look on his face is so enticing that I want to release his lips from between his teeth and hold them with mine instead.

I want to bite his lips... Just bite them until I no longer want to.

But I hold myself back.

I’m the one doing the touching so why am I the one having all these electric shocks inside my body? That place between my leg is starting to itch and I want to touch myself down there while kissing him.

I don’t usually have these kinds of dirty thoughts, but like I always say, with Duke... everything is different.

My fingers touch his navel and like an instant response, I feel something twitch next to my thighs. I bring my eyes lower and I can see the bulge from his sweatpants. It’s so huge.

I bring my hand down. For a moment I hesitate and I stare at his face and he’s still in the same position. His eyes are still shut.

I move my hand over his crotch and I touch a finger on that bulge and he stirs and bites back a grunt.

Then with a more daring mind, I press down on his bulge with my entire palm and, "Fuck!" He hisses and quickly places the back of his palm over his mouth to conceal any more sounds.

My eyes move from his face to his chest and I’m suddenly filled with the desire to suck on him the way he was doing to me, so I lean down and take his manly nipple in my mouth while still pressing down on his hardened member with my palm.

Low groans escape his mouth as I kiss and suck him. I want to be more daring so I press a knee to his crotch and, "Argh!" He lets out a silent curse. "I will come just from your touch." He mumbles from behind his palm. And something in me likes those words.

If I had taken that drink that he had said he would make for me, I’d have said the alcohol he was planning to add to it was the reason I am being so daring but right now I am completely sober.

I am not drunk.

I haven’t had a drop of alcohol since only God knows when and yet here I am, slowly and stylishly slipping my hand into the elastic band of his pants just to get that reaction from him.

Just to get him to lose control over his desires and take me roughly like he had said.