Unspoken Desires(R-18)

He nipped her rosebuds, lowering his head to her chest. Her walls closed in around him as her waist curled upward in pleasure. His shaft brushed against the inside wall of her body.

"Ha…ah…mhm…hah!"

Her walls closed tight around his shaft at her climax. The Duke immediately withstood the temptation to approach and withdrew from her fortifications. He repeatedly massaged his shaft, releasing his fluids across her pale tummy.

It was a searing hot white liquid on her tummy. When she closed her eyes, she was panting heavily from their intense exertion. She was vulnerable enough as it was, but after the passionate making of love, she could take no more.

"Seraphina?"

Since Seraphina had already fallen into darkness, she was unable to hear the Duke calling her name.

...

Last night, Seraphina's body could not withstand the strain.

Due to her incapacity to walk, the Duke had to carry her back to the Count's residence. She was sore after the session last night. The delicate nature of Seraphina's body caused her to sigh softly.

She had left the feast in the middle of it yesterday, not telling the Count. She didn't notify anyone that she would be spending the night at the Duke's residence. It went without saying that by now the Count was no doubt incensed at her.

She scowled as she snapped to a terrible memory. When Seraphina had been sick before, she recalled, the Count had pestered her incessantly as she lay in bed suffering from a high fever.

This time, Seraphina had become ill as a result of the man's superficial contact and penetration of her body. His huge manhood penetrating her gave the impression that he was crushing her, even if his actions weren't harsh.

It was fortunate that her body was naturally weak, so the Count wasn't suspicious when she had fallen ill. Otherwise, she would be in trouble if he started questioning her about her whereabouts that day.

Seraphina was not shameless, so she was certain that she would reveal everything if she was questioned by the Count.

The man was long gone by the time Seraphina woke up. It wasn't strange for him to disappear without a word since she was the one who had seduced him first. Even so, she was feeling a strange sense of bitterness in her heart.

"…It's all wrong."

The knowledge she learned from the book was a complete sham. The book didn't warn her that having intercourse was both painful and embarrassing.

'It's all a sham!'

Forget it. She couldn't even relax right now because she was still suffering from the aftermath of their intercourse.

It wasn't strange for her to be bedridden with a fever after such a big thing had gone in and out of her.

Seraphina's face flushed red when she recalled the moment. It had already been a week, but she could still feel a tingling sensation in the place when he plundered her.

She had finally come to her senses three days ago after suffering from a high fever. Yesterday, she was able to eat again. And it was only this morning that she recovered enough to move her body.

...

"Huh?"

"Seraphina, sighing is not a proper response."

Seraphina rolled her eyes after hearing the disdain and contempt in his voice. How could she not sigh? The Count did not hesitate to go ahead with the marriage when he found out that she had recovered enough to move.

Count Alaric wanted to send Seraphina to the Duke as soon as possible.

This way he could reduce the procedures he had to go through and save him a sum of money. He would also be able to get rid of the burden soon. He even planned on having the wedding ceremony held as soon as possible without any consideration for her physical well-being.

It was a relief that she could move her body again by this morning. Otherwise, it would've been impossible for her to attend the wedding ceremony that was held tomorrow.

Although she could move, her face was still ghastly pale, and her limbs wouldn't move the way she wanted them to move. Every time she tried moving her hand, she felt like she had a 100kg sandbag tied to her arm. Every step she took with her legs felt like tiny thorns were piercing her entire body.

Even though she was still unwell, Count Alaric was relentless. He didn't care whether she was sick or not because his main concern was with the wedding. He was engrossed in planning the wedding. As soon as Count Alaric heard that his daughter could move, he pushed his sick daughter in front of the dressing table.

The servants applied thick powders to her cheeks. The Count ordered the servants to do that to prevent her from looking like she was still sick.

When the servants were done applying makeup, Seraphina's face was covered in thick power. They applied bright red lipstick on her lips to make her look 'healthier.'

'My face looks a little strange.'

Once they were done with her makeup, Seraphina barely walked herself over to the drawing room.

She almost collapsed several times on her way here, but the maid standing next to her pretended like she didn't notice.