[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK] Welcome to the fancy world of the elite, where Seraphina Alaric, a delicate and fragile girl always relying on medicine to get better, is just trying to catch a break before her life gets turned upside down by an arranged marriage... Seriously, who wants to be tied down when you’re still figuring out what you want in life? During a swanky banquet, she bumps into the enigmatic Duke of Everwyn. And the craziest part? She has no clue who this guy is—just thinks he’s some mysterious stranger. Out of nowhere, feeling adventurous (and maybe a bit reckless), she suggests a secret rendezvous that turns her whole world upside down. In that hidden moment, Seraphina dives headfirst into her wildest desires. But plot twist—turns out, the guy she just spent the night with is none other than her future husband. Oops! So much for a mysterious stranger—she just spent the night with her future husband! "Duke, It Hurts..." invites you into a whirlwind of self-discovery, steamy romance, and the sweet chaos of love when you least expect it. Can Seraphina break free from societal chains, or will she find herself tangled in the very web she tried to escape? Join her on this thrilling journey, and discover how love can be both liberating and complicated. Don’t miss out—your next obsession is just a page away!
Seraphina, staring at raven's broad chest, quickly looked down as she heard the sound of his belt being undone.
Her breath hitched in surprise at the sight of him, a reminder of the night that left her both exhilarated and unable to walk the next day.
This time, she knew what to expect. The memory of that pain mingled with her anticipation, anxiety visible on her face.
"I won't hurt you," he whispered, noticing her apprehension. He kissed her gently on the cheek, though she wished he could somehow lessen his intimidating size. Her resentful gaze met his briefly.
Raven took himself in hand and slowly teased her entrance, his hot length brushing against her. Seraphina's body tensed with nervous anticipation.
"Relax," he soothed, his hand caressing her forehead, his touch comforting as it traced the contours of her face.