Reborn: The Duke's Obsession
Chapter 102 - Hundred And Two (R18)

Chapter 102: Chapter Hundred And Two (R18)

WARNING: This Chapter contains mature contents. Read at your own risk.

Eric’s hands tightened into fists for a moment as he knocked the barricade away. The barricade of soft pillows tumbled to the floor with a quiet thud as he moved, his gaze fixed on Delia. He carefully positioned himself under her, ensuring no barrier remained between them. Now, she was entirely his, the space between them entirely occupied.

He leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck. His breath was warm against her ear as he spoke, his voice a low murmur. "Don’t think about the future when you’re with me."

He paused, his lips lingering near her ear before continuing, his voice dropping even lower. "You should only think about the present, Delia. Don’t worry about what will happen, only what is happening right now. This... us..."

He kissed the curve of her neck, his lips touching her skin like a feather. Then, his tone became more insistent, tinged with a plea. "Don’t push me away again."

Another kiss followed, this one carrying a little more pressure. His teeth gently grazed her skin before he softly bit down, a possessive yet tender gesture. He trailed his lips along her neck, slowly sucking the delicate area, creating a warm, lingering sensation.

The silence in the room was thick with desires. His hand reached out, his touch light at first, tracing the line of her nightgown. Then, in one smooth, decisive movement, he slid the fabric down her body. The soft material pooled around her waist. He pulled it off her waist slowly till it got to the floor.

Delia’s immediate reaction was instinctual. Her hands flew up, her fingers clutching at the air, attempting to shield herself from his gaze. She tried covering his eyes before wrapping herself in her embrace. Her eyes fluttered shut, a blush rising on her cheeks.

Eric’s own hands stilled for a moment. He watched her, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, gently, he reached out. His thumbs brushed against the backs of her hands, a soft reassurance. He carefully peeled her hands away from her body, his touch soft and tender. His eyes met hers, those blue shy orbs staring into his soul before averting their gaze.

He spoke softly, his voice low. "Delia," he murmured, his gaze still on her. "Look at me."

"Don’t," Delia finally managed, her voice a soft, breathy sound.

Eric stilled his hand, his gaze still boring into hers. His eyes were dark, filled with an intensity that made her breath catch. A soft smile touched his lips, a genuine expression of adoration. "Don’t what, my love?" he whispered, his voice husky.

He looked down at her body, his gaze lingering on her form. A warmth spread through his chest as he noticed the subtle changes. "You are so beautiful," he said, his voice sincere, "it hurts."

His eyes met hers again, noticing she had gained weight. "Now you look even more beautiful," he continued, his tone filled with tenderness, "and healthier. I can’t wait until you start eating more, feeling stronger."

Delia could only manage a soft moan in response, overwhelmed by his words and his gaze.

Eric lowered his head again, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. He moved lower, his lips brushing against her breast, a touch that sent shivers down her spine. Then, with a soft sigh, he took one nipple into his mouth, gently suckling. A low sound escaped Delia’s lips. He switched to the other breast, his attention solely focused on her pleasure, taking turns, his warm mouth providing a source of intense sensation.

The sound of the rain outside intensified, a soft rhythm that seemed to muffle any other sounds they might make, creating a private world just for the two of them.

He eventually left her breasts, his lips trailing down her stomach, planting soft, lingering kisses on her belly. He moved lower still, reaching her thigh. Gently, he lifted her leg, supporting it on his shoulder. He began to press soft, tender kisses along the length of her thigh, each touch sending waves of heat through her body, down to her knee.

He looked up at her then, his eyes filled with a deep devotion. "I will never hurt you, Delia," he vowed, his voice thick with emotion. "My entire life is devoted solely to you."

He repeated the same tender ministrations on her other thigh, lifting her second leg onto his other shoulder. Now, her legs were draped over his shoulders, leaving her completely exposed to his loving gaze.

"E...Eric?" Delia managed to speak again, her voice trembling slightly.

In response, Eric gently bit the inside of her thigh, a playful yet possessive nip. He then soothed the slight mark with his lips, sucking and licking the area with deliberate slowness, drawing out the sensations his every touch had made.

"What troubles you, my love?" Eric replied to her call, his voice filled with concern as he noticed the change in her breathing.

Delia’s mind felt clouded, a pleasant fog that made forming coherent thoughts difficult. She blinked, trying to focus on his face. "I...I don’t know," she finally whispered, the words barely audible.

A warm smile spread across Eric’s face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Seems I’m doing a good job at your request to stop you from thinking," he said playfully, a hint of amusement in his tone.

He moved his legs, allowing hers to fall gently onto the soft mattress with a quiet thud. Delia took a few deep breaths, trying to regain her composure as the intense sensations slowly subsided.

She watched as Eric got up, his gaze still soft and loving. He began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers moving with ease. Once undone, he shrugged it off, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Delia’s eyes followed him as he moved towards the washbasin across the room. She watched him lather his hands with soap, a question forming in her mind. "What is he doing?" she wondered, a flicker of uncertainty passing through her.

He returned to the bed, carefully climbed onto the mattress, positioning himself close. He leaned down, his warm breath tickling her ear as he whispered, his voice intimate and reassuring. "I’m sorry, my love, this might hurt a little at first. I promise to be gentle."

Delia’s breath hitched as she felt his fingers gently trace the delicate skin of her inner thigh. He slowly rubbed her clit, his touch light yet persistent. She was already incredibly wet, her body responding to his nearness and touch with a surprising eagerness.

Then, slowly, carefully, he inserted a finger, his movements tentative, trying his best not to cause her any further discomfort. Delia’s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected sensation, a sharp intake of breath escaping her lips. It did hurt, a brief sting that made her tense. But then, as he moved gently, a different feeling began to emerge, a budding pleasure that surprised her.

She instinctively bit her lower lip, trying to muffle the soft moans that threatened to escape as the sensations intensified.

Eric spoke softly, his voice a low rumble in between the gentle strokes of his fingers. "You don’t have to love me right away, Delia," he said, his words filled with a heartfelt sincerity. "I will wait for your love, for as long as it takes. But please, accept mine. Don’t draw a line between us again."

But at that moment, Eric’s words about love and boundaries barely registered in Delia’s mind. A completely different thought consumed her, a dawning realization. "I never knew this indulgence was actually... enjoyable," she thought, her mind still reeling from the unfamiliar sensations. "George never... he never used his fingers. It always just hurt when he was inside me. But E...Eric..."

Her thoughts were abruptly cut short as another powerful wave of pleasure crashed through her, stealing her breath and making her body arch slightly. Just as the intensity peaked, Eric’s lips found hers, his kiss hungry and demanding, yet somehow still tender.

When the intense pleasure finally subsided, leaving them both breathless, Eric gently shifted, moving to the side. He paused, his gaze sweeping over Delia’s body, a look of quiet satisfaction in his eyes. Her skin was flushed, marked with the evidence of his affections, a trail of love bites blooming across her neck and chest. Her usually neat, curly hair was delightfully disheveled, spread out around her head like a dark halo. Her blue eyes, wide and still slightly dazed, met his with an intensity that mirrored his own.

He then turned his attention to himself, quickly removing his trousers. He looked back at her, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "Don’t worry," he said softly, his voice a low murmur, "I’m not that huge."

He moved back towards her, gently taking her waist in his hands and pulling her closer until their bodies were touching once more. "If you feel uncomfortable or any pain at all," he said slowly, his eyes locked on hers, his voice filled with concern, "please let me know, and I will stop. Instantly."

Delia nodded, her trust in him evident in her gaze.

He then positioned himself carefully, and with a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed inside her, filling her completely. A soft gasp escaped her lips, a mixture of surprise and sensation. He remained still for a moment, allowing her body to adjust, his patience evident in his gentle hold. He began to move slowly, his movements rhythmic and tender until he felt her relax around him.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands finding their way into his damp hair, her fingers gently tangling his strands. Their movements became more synchronized as they both rode the waves of pleasure, their breaths mingling in the dimly lit room.

He gently lifted one of her legs, placing it on his shoulder, his lips following the curve of her calf and thigh, raining soft kisses upon her skin before letting it go. He then lowered himself, his hands framing her face as he leaned in to kiss her deeply. His hands then moved, wrapping gently around her neck, his thumbs stroking her soft skin. "I’m so obsessed with you, Delia," he confessed, his voice low and loving, "that even a second without you feels like an execution. Please don’t leave me."

As he spoke, his grip tightened slightly, not in a harmful way, but in a possessive gesture, " I can be whatever you want me to be. Just name it. Let’s just be happy together." He leaned closer, his lips finding hers again, and she responded with a burning kiss, her fingers tracing a line from his back to his neck. He gently held her wrist above her head and continued kissing her.

Just then, a bright flash of lightning illuminated the room through the rain-streaked window. In that fleeting moment of intense light, the delicate outline of a rosebud tattoo on Eric’s left wrist was briefly visible.

A single, delicate petal, seemingly weightless, detached itself from the unseen rosebud and disappeared. As soon as the lightning vanished, the tattoo seemed to fade back into his skin.