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Saved By The Mad Duke

[COMPLETED] Aideen Ruan, though a royal princess, was always unwanted due to the circumstances of her birth. Born blind to a hostage concubine, she possessed an intriguing beauty; however, her disability rendered her utterly useless to the royal family. Even when the struggling Count Crueder reluctantly agreed to take Aideen as his wife to secure the royal dowry, her life failed to improve. A year into their marriage, Aideen's inability to produce an heir sealed her fate. The princess was destined for exile to the Temple, consigned to spend the remainder of her days in isolation and abandonment. Contrary to her anticipations, instead of the Temple, Aideen found herself within the cold walls of Duke Tillian Valentine's castle. Duke Valentine, the last scion of the once-revered Valentine family that ruled the Kingdom before the "Fratricide Rebellion", now presided over the desolate Northern lands. Faced with fear and confusion, Aideen expected her life to perpetuate its cycle of misery, only to discover that Duke Valentine might hold the key to a new opportunity, a chance at a life she had never envisioned. "You bewitched my body and soul. Put an intoxicating spell on me, shackled my heart to yours with your magic. If I could exchange my eyesight with you, I would do it just to make you see what a man dying from love looks like."

yoojee · แฟนตาซี
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A Man Dying From Love [R18]

His movements were fast yet careful. The insatiable passion, ignited by the sweet and hot exchange of love, guided his body like a puppet, while his hazy, dazed mind was craving Aideen's everything, and the more she responded to his fervent provocations, the greedier he became. 

As Tillian's hips continued to move with the perfect rhythm, his large, warm hands were supporting the woman's head, carefully guarding her against any possible harm, and his lips, hot and wet, were frantically moving over her tender neck and shoulders, leaving burning red traces akin to branding marks as his way of saying that her delicate flesh belonged only to him. And he could not get enough of it.