Chapter 12

She had never heard of such a thing or seen it in a book. Rosaria 's head, which is ignorant of the world, quickly shook and lowered her eyes.

When his words were rejected, his eyes glanced at Rosaria 's face.

In this way, she was no different from other ladies. It was the same behavior as those who were moderately nervous, ashamed, and distanced themselves. Nevertheless, it was incomprehensible for him that he did not hate her behavior.

"Ah…"

His hands touched the underpants inside her dress.

"If you're so ashamed, hold on."

At his mischievous mutter, he lifted the other leg. As her gaze rose, drawn by his hand, her face blushed.

"Or you can call my name."

His lips touched her calves when he said so. The path of hands wandering over the underpants created a calm wave of excitement.

His fingers, which had been going back and forth her underpants, unconcerned by the inconvenience of the surrounding tightening, he dug into her underwear.

She flinched, and he felt her behavior through his fingers, and felt a crack that was not wet yet, and heard her breathe in his ears.

"Don't...."

Unlike earlier, her voice was getting smaller and smaller. If she called out his name, he would have to drop his hand. She could not do the simple thing, but her white face became red.

"If you don't like it, call my name." "…."

"You don't even know the name of the husband, do you?"

No way. His name has been ringing in Rosaria 's ears since they decided on the marriage date. She had never seen the Duke, but she had heard the name so many times, and that she should not be kicked out by the Duke and sully the name of her uncle Lord Aaron.

Her head turned.

"Tell me if you know."

His eyes fell on her. His longing eyes were deeper than before. The fingers now dug in a little more covertly.

"Tell me, Rosaria ."

He wanted her to say it, but he also didn't want her to. He didn't want to stop in the middle. He asked her because he liked the way she reacted in this trouble.

"Yes, I—"

Her face, covered by the back of her hand, became redder. Compared to the white hands, the red face seemed to be the skin of a different person.

His lips fell on her calf, sliding along the raised leg.

"You haven't forgotten my touch yet, have you? Seeing how you got wet so quickly."

He twirled his fingers sarcastically. The fingers moving on her flesh stimulated her. The angle of his finger stroking the inside of her underpants made her feel a sense of uplift.

"You don't know how difficult it was because your wet look keeps wandering in my head."

Still kissing her thigh, his eyes stayed steady on her face, as his hand pulled down her underwear.

The underwear pulled down to the hem of the white dress, and to the edge of her ankles. He pressed open her thigh and made things more visible.

"Duke…"

"… you're never going to say my name, are you?"He said so and bit the flesh on the inside of her tender thigh.

"It doesn't matter though."

His warm hand touched her thigh. The sliding sensation lightened Rosaria 's senses.

He leaned over her. Her legs became stiff as his fiery breath was felt in her secret place.

"Wait, what are you…?"

His lips were in the wrong place if there was nothing wrong with her senses.

When she thought his fingers were also in that place, her face fired up with shame.

Rosaria 's legs struggled weakly. The thin flap that stopped the contact of his lips was overpowered by his hand.

"Hyaa!"

The moment his tongue sank in her flesh, her waist stood stiff. The shock from the touch of his tongue made her lose her rationality and blurred her vision.

As if licking ice cream, his tongue licked her inside out. He dug up the swollen flesh by his hand and ravenously sucked it in as if squeezing the wet and soft flesh.

"I guess it's good to see that you still haven't called my name."

'No.' Rosaria was out of breath. A feeling of bliss traveled through her body.

She didn't know if she was happy or scared. All she knew was that she was like prey to him. Her body shuddered whenever his tongue licked her flesh.

"You are so wet that I can keep doing this, you know?"

"Stop…"

"If you call my name, it stops."

The frail lady looked at her soon to be husband laughing.The small movements from contact made her tremble, and as he put his tongue up a little further, her waist lifted a little more. He seemed to have rubbed her toes a few times, but she remained in place because of his strong hand.

The moment he touched her clit, Rosaria 's waist bent to its fullest. The bride's appearance, accompanied by a crumbling wedding dress, was more vibrant than ever.

Each time she gasped vigorously, the flowers and jewels embroidered on the fancy dress breathed. The bride's face, which was initially as white as her wedding dress, was now red.

Her fluid dripped on the dress. He said he would drink it, but he could do nothing about the flow that ran down his chin.

"Rosaria !"

It was then. The Duke's head jerked away at the shrill voice that called for Rosaria . It wasn't a loud rumbling sound, but the stomping footsteps were the sound of someone wandering about looking for her.

It's only a matter of time before the two of them were found. The Duke's forehead frowned. He was so excited. He swallowed his saliva and moved away from Rosaria with regret.

"I think I have to stop for now."

He put her underwear back on. He deliberately pressed his fingers over her underwear. Her fair forehead frowned as her underwear got wet from her juices.

"You'd better think carefully about whether or not to call my name till your wet underwear dries."

"What does that mean?"

"That means the bet isn't over yet."

He smiled and held out his hand at her. Rosaria looked at him curiously, and he looked down at her feet.

"Are you going to walk with that foot again?"

"It's bandaged now, so I'll be fine."

"No."

He spoke emphatically. She will walk with that scarred foot. He wondered if she will quit only when the wound reoccurred. He looked at her with eyes that didn't like the idea.

He lifted her once again before Rosaria could say anything.

"It's not my taste to make love with a sick person."

It went without saying that Rosaria 's face turned red again at his words.

"Rosaria !"

As the Duke stepped outside, holding Rosaria , he approached the count. Unlike the surprised Lord Aaron, the Duke's expression remained the same.

The Duke knew who was calling Rosaria in the first place, and calling the lady by her name instead of the title.

"Huh, Hmm."

The count raised his eyes fiercely at Rosaria and found the peacock and coughed in vain.

"So you were here. Today's main Couple suddenly disappeared, and now everyone's looking. Let's go."

"My wife hurt her foot."

He relaxed and showed Rosaria 's feet. Her bare feet were caught in the count's eyes because the Duke held her shoes. lord Aaron's eyebrows wriggled when he saw Rosaria 's feet wrapped in a bandage with swollen feet.

She bowed quickly as the count's gaze turned her head away. Lord Aaron's reproachful gaze because of the injury could be understood without having to look at it again.

"Oh no!, my neice is supposed to take care of herself, but thank you for taking care of her."

"No, as a husband, I should."

The Duke smiled amiably. The count stopped his gaze and smiled as if to match the Duke.

"Then why don't you go to the ballroom now? The main Couple of the day…."

"I'm sorry, but we will go home now."

The Duke's words interrupted the count's.

Suddenly, Lord Aaron's face hardened as if he had never thought the Duke would cut off his words. Wordless, the count's face was filled with bewilderment.

"Why suddenly? You don't like the place I've set up...?"

"No way. Father-in-law's place is perfect."

Unlike the coujnt, whose smiling face broke, the Duke's face remained calm. However, the Duke's eyes that stared at the count were not smiling.

The count felt the conversation changing. The Duke was not picky when they talked to each other several times. He would give Lord Aaron agreeable expressions, and then would match the count's thought.