The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 182. In the theater.

Chapter 182: 182. In the theater.

"Barak, we are in the hallway." Neriah tried to catch her breath as he pinned her down to a wall and kissed her as though there was no tomorrow. They had just returned from a hunting game that was held in honor of the duke’s arrival in Fortia. It should have been days ago, but his work caused them to postpone. The hunting had taken place in the forests of Fredah. While the men went hunting, the women gathered around Neriah and had tea together.

"I cannot wait to get inside." He purred as he turned her around and pressed her onto the wall. "I am about to burst so allow me burst inside you." He bit and licked the top of her ear.

"Alright. I do not wish to wait either." She confessed with a shaky breath.

"Hold the wall steady, my love." He ordered and as she did he lifted her skirt from behind her. With a hastened movement, he rid her of her undergarments and undid his belt, drawing out his needing member and burying it deep within her and lords it was a good feeling.

"Riah, ah, my Riah." He obsessed over her and entered and reentered her over and over again, thrusting deep and fast. She tried to suppress her moans but it was not an easy task.

His eyes suddenly turned a corner and he noticed the head of a person. It was a maid holding a brush and a pan. At that moment, their eyes met but the dark look in his eyes sent the woman running like she had met the devil.

But the devil turned to his dear wife who had not noticed the intruder and her derriere was beautiful to behold in the open, under the light of day. And it was even more beautiful to see his member going inside her.

It showed that she was his own. Body and all, she was his own. No one else’s.

Now he did not wish to share at all. Not her mind, not her soul, not her heart, nor her body. He wasn’t going to share. He would covet it all. All of her would become his own. "My Neriah."

...

"Are you bored?" He asked as they both sat together in the box seats that had been prepared just for them, high above the other people who were there to witness the play in the theater.

"Just a little." She responded. They had not come to the theater because they wanted to, it was because they could not decline the invitation. The owner had been of great help during the outbreak that plagued the people of Fortia, according to Hakan, it was completely rude to ignore the humble invitation of such a man.

"Should I make you less bored?" He asked again.

"How?" she inquired and he smirked. With a hand, he pulled her chair closer to him with her still in it. Then he whispered...

"Lift your dress up to your thighs." Her eyes widened as she realized what he had said.

"Here! Now?!!" She looked around them. It was just the two of them where they seated. The box where they sat was way above ground, no one would see anything. But still, this was madness!

"Go on, do it." Barak said again and only the gods knew if she was possessed by something, but she did as she was told and pulled her dress up to her thighs.

"Now spread them." She blushed and looked around again but did as she was told. He dipped his fingers into the plate of olive oil that had been set on a small table with some snacks and Neriah almost screamed when his fingers slid into her core.

She held onto his arm with all her strength.

"I see you came prepared, you wore nothing underneath." Well she had not been expecting anything to happen there! Just preparation for the night to come! Not there in the theater!

"Ba_Barak, I_ I think you should stop." She said and all that was given as a response was a low laugh.

"Ahh, Bar—" She moaned.

"Easy there now," He smirked. "the duchess should not be caught making such sounds." She could tell he was not going to stop. She said she was bored and his plan was to make her less bored. And dear goddess, he was doing a good job.

...

"Ngh Ahh!" Barak suddenly jolted and screamed in the meeting. All eyes turned to him with shock as they wondered why he had screamed. He turned his gaze to the woman who sat beside him and even she looked shocked.

"C_carry on. I_ I just remembered something." He said to the man who was speaking before he interrupted with his shout.

The man nodded and again began to speak and again Barak almost opened his mouth to scream but held it in. "Neriah, stop!" He whispered through the corners of his mouth while still facing the men before him.

"Why? I am only paying you back for your help at the theater the other day." She whispered back. And who would have thought, and which man or woman seated in front of him at that moment would believe what was going on underneath the table.

Who would believe that the reason he had screamed was because his wife had lost her mind! Her slender hands had slid into his pants and now she stroked his member. Dear gods, save me... Barak thought to himself, placing both his elbows on the table and covering his mouth with the back of his hands, trying his very best to focus his attention on the meeting and not his wife’s hot, slender fingers.

"Now better hold that sound, my dear husband," She whispered while pretending to listen to what was being discussed. "A duke should not be caught making such sounds." She got him back. But at least he somewhat asked for her permission! While what she did to him was sooooo unexpected!

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