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!
Whispers of Desire3(R-18)
Seraphina's fair shoulders rose and fell roughly, her breathing still uneven from their passionate encounter.
Raven's member remained stiff, his unfulfilled desire evident, but he withdrew carefully, mindful of her comfort.
A trickle of his release followed, and Seraphina whimpered softly, her sensitive body reacting to even the slightest touch.
"Are you all right?" Raven asked, his voice gentle.
"I think so," she murmured, her eyes meeting his. Her words, though soft, carried a seductive weight. He brushed her hair away from her forehead, trying to ignore the renewed heat in his loins.
Seraphina closed her eyes at his tender touch. The pain she feared had been less intense this time, more bearable. Her face flushed as she recalled how she had clung to him, moaning in ecstasy.
Though her lower body felt keenly aware of the recent activity, it wasn't unbearable. Perhaps she wouldn't be bedridden this time, she mused.