Saved By The Mad Duke
Chapter 98: Your Spell On Me [R18]

Chapter 98: Your Spell On Me [R18]

She allowed her eyes to move leisurely down the Duke’s face, tracing the light outline painted by her mana. Aideen briefly paused on his luscious lips admiring their beautiful shape. Her slow examination continued its descent, tracing the contours of his exposed neck and the broad, muscular expanse of his heaving chest, ultimately realizing that his loose silk robe hung open, baring his exquisitely chiseled physique and revealing his unmistakable excitement.

Tillian, on the other hand, found himself unable to move his sparkling eyes away from the princess’s blushing face, patiently awaiting her response.

At long last, the woman shifted her gaze back to his face and drew in a deep breath, closing her eyelids in an effort to disengage her feverish thoughts from the alluring sight before her.

’This could all come to an end right now if I were to say no. Then why... Why can’t I bring myself to refuse? Is this my true desire emerging from the depths of my heart? At least once... At least once I want to experience what it really means to be with a man. No, I simply want to see what it feels like to be with Tillian. I am not afraid. At least once, I do not want to be afraid.’

Aideen parted her lips ready to voice her response when she was taken aback because out of nowhere, the Duke’s warm, soft lips covered hers, locking her in a tender kiss teeming with soaring longing. A brief interlude ensued as he withdrew slightly, his whisper brushing gently over her flushed lips.

"I cannot resist, Your Highness... I will count to five, this is the time I am giving you to stop me, but once that time ends—"

"I won’t, Your Grace. I will not stop you. I do not want to stop you."

Now it was Aideen’s turn to act – she wrapped her slender arms around Tillian’s neck, pulling him even closer, not afraid of the heavy weight of his robust frame, and covered his lips with hers, her passion ignited by the overbearing blend of curiosity and greed.

As their kiss got even deeper, the lady felt the back of the Duke’s rough hand gently slide over her cheek, slowly making its way down her soft elegant neck and collarbones, until it paused on top of her breast, carefully circling its erect nipple.

With a rather loud gasp, their lips parted again, allowing the princess to finally catch her breath, while Tillian’s lips continued to restlessly move down, retracing the way marked by the hot skin of his hand.

With a gentle, yet powerful move, he tore her new white nightgown akin to a wild beast, exposing her petite, yet beautifully sculpted, slender body, and fixed his sharp red eyes on it as if trying to imprint every little part of it into his memory. Then, he pressed his wet lips against her soft skin and started slowly kissing her chest, marking it with his hot touch, leaving no spot unfamiliar with his relentless desire.

Aideen’s head went dangerously blank. In the past, she was disgusted by the mere thought of touching a man’s body, and more so of being touched by men as well. Count Constantine’s wrinkly cold hands were akin to insects crawling all over her body and always made her sick to her stomach. His flabby skin was always cold and rough while his entire body exuded a sickening stench of something old and rotten. It was a horrible experience she thought she could never forget.

This time, however, the experience bore a distinct pleasant quality. Whenever Tillian’s touch graced Aideen’s form, subtle tremors rippled through her, causing her to involuntarily quiver and release nearly imperceptible sighs, her reactions escaping her control. And she reveled in it all. Every moment of the experience brought her profound pleasure.

As the Duke’s tongue kept playing with her breasts, the princess felt his warm hand gently touch her crotch, carefully sliding his fingers over her exposed skin as if awaiting a positive reaction, a signal for him to either continue or change his ways. The tender touch of his finger against her sensitive spot prompted Aideen to let out a quiet moan, which made the man smirk and softly bite his wife’s neck while rubbing her bud faster, savoring every little moan and gasp for air that escaped her parted lips.

"Your Grace... I––"

"Tillian."

The man, with a teasingly slow and gentle motion, lifted his body upward, delicately positioning his lips against the lady’s ear. His warm breath, combined with the tickling sensation of his loose, slightly damp hair, playfully teased her skin as he spoke in a soft and intimate whisper,

"I want you to call me by my name, Aideen. At least here, I want us to have no boundaries at all."

With that, Tillian slid his hot tongue over the girl’s earlobe, making her shut her eyes again and shiver as the pleasant, tickling sensation spread all over her skin in an instant. He then gently grabbed her by the chin and turned her face toward him, offering her a somewhat hazy glance and a subtle, feverish smile.

"Put your spell on me, too, Aideen. Say my name. Please."

Aideen found herself deeply stunned by a sudden shift in his expression. Was he always so daring and direct? She had noticed his playfulness before but now, it was almost hypnotizing.

Intriguingly, this unexpected transformation proved rather enticing. To be honest, the lady had secretly longed to address the Duke by his given name for quite some time. Now, as she struggled to resist the delightful shivers coursing through her with every warm breath Tillian brushed against her sensitive skin, she finally mustered the courage to part her lips and softly whispered in response,

"Tillian."

The sound of his own name seemed to have evoked another surge of passion within the man. With a short, suppressed groan, he bit Aideen’s neck, leaving a pink mark on its soft skin, and swiftly moved down her body, spreading her legs wider, and positioning himself between them.

The princess gasped, instinctively grabbing the Duke by his long hair in an attempt to withdraw his face but the man did not cave in. As if the pain of pulling his hair did not matter, Tillian leaned in closer and slid his hot wet tongue over his wife’s naked skin, savoring another slight shiver and hushed moan that his little action managed to force out of her body.

And with that, he greedily pressed his sensual lips against Aideen’s most sensitive spot and started his play, sucking on it gently, teasing it with his tongue while carefully caressing the girl’s tender stomach and thighs with his big warm hands, not allowing her to move away from him for even a single moment.

Tillian found himself utterly astonished by his own inability to restrain his desires. At first, he felt rather awkward as this was the first time he was doing this, regardless of the numerous teachings provided to him by his mentor. He was constantly scared that he was not performing well enough.

However, as his glowing crimson eyes fell upon the exquisite sight of Aideen’s naked body, a revelation dawned upon him. His mind remained surprisingly clear, and the potent, all-consuming, and fervent longing coursing through him was undeniably his genuine desire for the woman he held tenderly in his arms. He was prepared to do everything to make her understand the strength that her grasp had on him.

As he kept moving his lips and tongue, the princess’s tempting response dazed his mind entirely, prompting his desire to surge even more, nearly melting his body onto hers; melting the surface of their skin together with the overwhelming fire of lust.

"T-Tillian––"

The powerful electrifying sensation that began to spread all over the woman’s body made her finally come back to her senses – she was about to come and she could not help it; the pleasure she received from Tillian’s sensual touch was too much to bear, yet somehow, she was still afraid to relish it all, and asked the Duke to stop.

She instinctively covered her mouth with her right hand, sinking her teeth into the skin of her palm. However, Duke Valentine swiftly intervened, gently moving her hand away, and his demeanor took an unexpectedly earnest turn.

"Aideen. Look at me, please."

Slowly, she shifted her gaze, locking it onto Tillian’s glistening eyes. He tenderly brushed her cheek with the back of his left hand, his face adorned with an unfamiliar, enigmatic smile—one she had never witnessed on him before.

"Please, Aideen, don’t hide your face away from me. Let me see it. Tonight, allow me to see your entirety."

For a reason that eluded her understanding entirely, hearing Tillian utter those words proved sufficient to relinquish all limitations once more; to surrender and indulge in the pleasure that either of them would experience for the first time in their lives.