My Bratty Wife
Chapter 118 - Hundred And Eighteen

Chapter 118: Chapter Hundred And Eighteen

"Duchess."

"Duchess.."

"Duchess..."

Ryan calls her,but she was lost in the desire she was feeling. She wanted to know what it feels like to touch him, what it feels like to hear his rasped gasp again. She lifted her hand to touch his chest, but hesitated and pulled it down.

Just then, Ryan caught her hand and placed it on his chest. "Can you feel how fast my heart is racing?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

She nodded her head, her eyes wide with surprise.

"It’s because of you," he said. "So don’t hesitate to touch me if you want or need to. I’m all yours."

Gaining the confidence she needed, Suzy started tracing her fingers across his chest, her touch light and tentative. Each touch elicited a groan from his lips, the sound making her want to touch him more.

From touching his chest, she slowly moved to the side of his neck, tracing each vein she could see with a light, feathered touch. She moved to the nape of his neck thinking how his neck would taste. She could see he was struggling to control himself, to keep himself from pouncing on her.

She shifted her hands to his head, her fingers digging into his scalp, gently rubbing his head. She gently scattered the carefully arranged hair making him look mad of desire. His eyes rolled back, a low moan escaping his lips.

Suzy could have sworn she heard him moan which was surprising to her. She has never heard a man moan from physical contact not to even mention penetration.

But here is her husband, squirming under her from mere touches. If he’s like this with touch, how will he react when having sex? The image of her beneath him in bed filled her face with a smile.

Without warning, he reached up, his fingers finding the lace of her corset at the back of her dress.

One by one, he undid them, his knuckles brushing against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. The dress gaped open, revealing the expanse of her back, the delicate lacing of her corset discarded on the floor.

He took her hand and rained soft kisses on her palm. Using his teeth, he removed the glove from her hand slowly that each second spent felt like the speed of light could be rivaled. With the glove removed, he kissed her palm again, then moved to kiss each of her five fingers, sucking them in between, his lips lingering on each one.

She could feel his eyes on her, could sense the hunger in his gaze. It made her feel powerful, desired. She continued her ministration this time gently gripping his hair after each rub. Ryan felt pain but the pain turned into pleasure. No woman has ever made him felt so powerless and he weirdly liked it. He never thought a woman could initiate foreplay but Suzy keeps proving him wrong each time.

She stared at him, relishing how he looked like a puppy begging for a treat. His eyes were begging her to continue, not to stop. He wanted to speak, but her touch was blocking the speech part of his brain. He could only stammer incoherent words in between moans.

" Mmmfffp! Unnf... Duch...Duchess" He said, momentarily loosing his breath.

They didn’t know they had gotten home. The coachman knocked on the carriage alerting them they have arrived.

Ryan grunted, his voice hoarse " leave, we’ll be out in a minute."

"Of course your Grace." The coachman replied.

Just then, Davis opened the carriage door to welcome them. The scene he saw made him quickly apologize and close the door. Suzy and Ryan didn’t even notice, as both of them were staring at each other.

Suzy’s logic started coming back. She asked herself, "What are you doing, Suzy? What is wrong with you? He doesn’t love you. The person he loves is the owner of this body, after all, she’s beautiful. There’s nowhere the both of us can be together. What if I find a way to go back to my world? His love and my feelings for him will hold me back."

Then her expression changed to a serious one, surprising Ryan. He thought to himself, "What’s going on in that mind of hers now?"

Before he could voice out his thoughts, she quickly stood up from his lap, opened the carriage door, and left. Ryan was stunned. He had never seen Suzy so serious before. He tried to call out to her, but she didn’t turn around.

As Suzy walked away, she thought about everything that had happened. She realized that she had been acting impulsively, driven by desire and a longing for connection. But she knew that she couldn’t let her feelings for Ryan cloud her judgment.

Ryan ran out of the carriage, calling out to her, "Duchess, Duchess, Duchess!" But his words fell on deaf ears.

Entering the castle, he called again, "Cassandra!" This time, she paused in her tracks. The servants who were still awake were stunned by the scene. The duke and duchess, almost half-clad, one shirtless and the other exposed at the back, pieces of their clothing scattered on the floor of the carriage, their hair disheveled, stood a few feet apart from each other, catching their breath.

There were murmurs coming from the servants, their hushed voices filling the silence in the room. "Oh my goodness," one servant whispered. "I can’t believe what I just saw." "What were they doing," another servant exclaimed. "Were they robbed on the way home," a third servant asked as she turned to the next maid standing next to her. The maid replied." I think so because where is his Grace clothes?"

Just then, Davis appeared, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Your Grace, Duchess," he said, his voice low. "I’ll have the servants clear the room."

"Everyone out," he commanded, his voice firm. "Leave now."

The servants quickly dispersed, leaving the two alone in the empty hallway.