Duke, it hurts...
[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!
Turn around...(R-18)
"…If I try to do it every day, of course, I would change."
"You have to say these things correctly. Don't you take a break once every three days?"
"That's, uh…" she hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The room felt warmer, the air between them charged with an unspoken anticipation.
Raven's intense gaze never wavered, and she could feel her resolve weakening under his scrutiny.
Raven lifted his head and leaned in to lick Seraphina's neck, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path. She trembled slightly, her grip tightening on his shoulder as a soft gasp escaped her lips.
His hand, which had been tracing along her neckline, slowly lowered the rest of the string, his fingers brushing against her skin with a tantalizing touch. The thin fabric of her clothing eventually slipped down, forming a delicate puddle at her feet.