My Bratty Wife
Chapter 122 - Hundred And Twenty Two

Chapter 122: Chapter Hundred And Twenty Two

DISCLAIMER: This Chapter contains sexual content, please skip to the next Chapter if you’re uncomfortable with explicit scenes. Enjoy!!!

The first rays of sunlight pierced through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Ryan awoke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. He caught his breath, the memory of last night’s dream still vivid in his mind.

"Please save me, young duke, your grace," he had heard a voice say, a voice pleading for help. The dream had been so real, so terrifying. The same repeated scenarios every time.

He turned to take a glass of water from the table when something pulled him back. It was Suzy, still sleeping peacefully, her arms wrapped around his waist. Her breath followed a steady rhythm, a soft melody in the quiet morning.

Ryan carefully took the glass of water, trying not to disturb her. After he was done, he pushed the stray curls framing her face and kissed her forehead. Eleanor’s words echoed in his mind: "How will she feel when she finds out you are the son of her mother’s murderer?"

A heavy sigh escaped his lips. The voice in his thoughts continued, "Do you know how much she would hate you, how much she would despise you, how much she would loathe you?" Who knows, she might commit suicide again.

Ryan closed his eyes, the weight of the dream pressing down on him. He had always known that his family’s past was dark, but he had never fully understood the extent of their crimes.

Now, he was faced with the possibility that those actions could have devastating consequences for the woman he loved.

He opened his eyes and looked at Suzy, her peaceful expression a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. He loved her more than anything in the world, and he would do anything to protect her.

He continued to look at her sleeping face, her features soft and serene. He traced the delicate lines of her jaw with his fingers, his heart filled with love and longing.

"But how could he protect her when he was the one who could hurt her the most?" He thought to himself.

Ryan’s mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan. He knew that he had to find a way to tell her the truth, but he was terrified of her reaction. He had seen firsthand how her fear and anger could consume her. He had come to love her deeply, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her.

He reached out and gently stroked her cheek. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "Morning," she said, her voice soft and sleep-laden.

Ryan smiled. "Morning," he replied. "Did you sleep well?"

Suzy nodded. "Yes, I did," she said. "I saw you in my dream." She raised her head up to give him a little kiss on his lips. " You were quite naughty."

Slowly he grabbed her face, kissed her again harder making her feel every inch of his tongue inside her mouth. For a minute their lips were glued together. "What naughty things did I do in your dream?"

Ryan whispers while staring right into Suzy’s brown eye. With those words, he caresses her breast pinching her nipples softly making her shiver. He could feel them getting hard like rocks in his hands.

"Did I do this?" He kisses lower until reaching her neck licking it softly which makes Suzy moan loudly. "Yes..." As soon as the last sound came out of her mouth her heart began pumping faster.

She could smell him. She liked his musky smell.

"Good." He said, a grin plastering his face. " it is my duty to give you whatever you want."

Without warning he lifted up her nightgown so quickly Suzy couldn’t say anything else. He then attacked her thigh sucking, licking and biting on it.

She felt herself wetting. Having no control over her body she groaned, ran her fingers through Ryan’s hair.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Don’t stop"

They froze time on its track. Neither of them could move from where they are. That moment was magical.

"You taste too fucking good, and I need more."

He lowered his head, his tongue finding her clit, sucking it into his mouth. She gasped, her hips bucking, her hands fisting in his hair. Fuck, he was hungry. And she loved it.

He licked and sucked, his fingers pushing inside her, stretching her, preparing her. She could feel his hot breath on her pussy, his tongue flicking against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

She moaned, her hips moving in time with his tongue, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Ryan," she gasped, her head thrashing from side to side.

He hummed against her, his fingers pushing inside her, curling to reach that sweet spot. She cried out, her body arching, her pussy clenching around his fingers.

"Oh my fucking ***," she moaned, her eyes squeezing shut, her body tensing as the pleasure built. "I’m going to come, Ryan.

Knock.

Knock..

Knock...

Just then, there was a knock on the door. They were both startled. "Who’s there?" Ryan asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

"It’s Davis, your grace," the voice replied.

"What is it?" Ryan asked.

"I wanted to inform you about yesterday’s letter," Davis said. "You need to respond today so that it can be delivered on time."

Ryan looked into Suzy’s eyes, her brown orbs begging him to stay. He hesitated for a moment, torn between his duties and his desire to spend more time with her.

Finally, he replied, "My morning is occupied already, Davis. Meet me in the study later in the day. The duchess requires my presence more."

Davis replied from behind the door, "Of course, your grace."

Suzy and Ryan heard footsteps retreating, indicating Davis’s departure. He turned to face her, apologizing for the interruption. "I’m sorry," he said. "It’s just work."

Without waiting for a response, he continued his ministrations. He growled, his hands moving to her shoulders, pushing her back against the bed. She went willingly, her body arching, her legs spreading in invitation. He knelt between her thighs, his eyes locked onto her pussy, glistening and ready.

He reached out, his fingers tracing her folds, feeling the heat of her, the wetness that coated her skin. She gasped, her hips bucking at his touch, her body craving more.

"Ryan, please," she pleaded, her voice a soft whimper. "I am on the edge, I’m going to come," Suzy panted, her body shaking with the intensity of her impending orgasm. Ryan, driven by her moans and the sight of her thrashing beneath him, redoubled his efforts. He could feel her pussy tightening around his fingers, her juices coating his hand, and it only served to fuel his desire.

"Yes, come for me, Duchess," he growled, his tongue flicking against her clit. "Come all over my face. I want to taste every drop of your pleasure," Ryan commanded, his voice a low growl, his eyes locked onto hers. His tongue lapping at her clit with increasing fervor.

Suzy moaned, her body tensing as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her. She could feel her pussy pulsing, her juices flowing, coating his tongue, his face. He licked and sucked, drawing out her pleasure, his fingers never pausing their relentless rhythm inside her.

As her body finally began to still, Ryan sat up, his face glistening with her juices. He licked his lips, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"Your taste is addictive, Duchess," he murmured, climbing up her body, his hands caressing her curves. "I could spend hours between your thighs, making you come on my tongue."

She shivered, her body already aching for more. "Stop it, Ryan," she whispered, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. "You act like a hungry beast."

He grinned, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Only when it comes to you, duchess," he replied, his voice a low growl. " You make me burn for you."

He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving inside, tasting her, claiming her. She could taste herself on his lips, his tongue, and it only served to heighten her arousal.