The Villainess's Secret Bedroom Service
Chapter 36: Melting Into Each Other

Chapter 36: Melting Into Each Other

The sound of Damien’s low, raspy voice and his mad but desperate glare sent shivers down Rosalie’s spine. She swallowed the hard lump stuck inside her throat in an attempt to ease her growing anxiety, and took another deep breath, her hands starting to shake as well.

"Alright... Everything is going to be fine, Your Grace, I will help you, don’t worry."

With another deep breath filling up her lungs, the girl then leaned over and covered the duke’s lips with hers, swallowing them whole, and engaging them in a rather passionate kiss.

Startled at first, Damien rounded his eyes, but soon felt something intoxicatingly sweet seeping through his lips as if someone was pouring flower nectar directly into his mouth, while his burning lungs responded to a familiar pleasant aroma that made its way into his body through his nose.

The man could no longer resist that venomous temptation – he opened his mouth, letting Rosalie move forward with the kiss, and felt that unfathomable sweetness fill his body to the brim, drowning all the feverish aching that was tearing his muscles apart, and replacing it with the almost hypnotic pangs of desire and lust.

Succumbing to the new sensations, Damien hugged Lady Ashter even tighter, bringing her delicate frame closer to his body; his long fingers started running through the soft, long locks of her hair, while his other hand was sliding over her body almost frantically, as if it were desperate to teach it his touch.

Rosalie was on the verge of losing control as well. The glowing dark veil of her crimson Acme pulled her body closer to Damien, nearly tying her up to him with its invisible ribbons; she placed her hands on the back of his head and dug into his soft raven-black hair, as if afraid that she might lose him if she were to loosen her grip.

The heat between them was rising with each passing second and was now almost all-consuming, like a forest fire that was about to turn them both to dust. The longer Damien’s lips were devouring Rosalie’s, the greedier he became – he felt like he had been starving for years and now was finally being fed his favorite dish. He wanted to have more of her. He did not want any of her to be left to others. He wanted to consume her whole.

As that dangerously tempting thought crossed his feverish mind, the duke realized that his hot calloused hands were now under Rosalie’s skirt; he could feel the softness of her skin underneath his moving fingers reacting with tiny shivers as if touched by electric sparkles. Too enchanted to control his movements, Damien slid his hand over the inner sides of her slim thighs, his nails madly digging into her skin, while his lips slowly moved down to her neck, shoulders, and collarbones, leaving hot wet trails and red bite marks.

The girl began to feel as if Damien was drinking her sweet Acme through every last pore on her skin, and while his thirst seemed painfully unquenchable, she still could not resist being devoured – the duke’s touch was gentle yet enticing, and the unfamiliar feeling of being so desirable was prompting her to give up her whole to this insatiable man.

Thus, as if being guided by the flow of her Acme, Rosalie got on top of the duke and instantly felt his pulsating desire with the bare skin of her thighs. Damien kept sliding his tongue over her collarbones, moving down her chest, gently supporting the girl’s lower body with his hands, and although it seemed like both of them knew what they had to do next, Rosalie still managed to break free from her hypnotic state, and finally whispered, pressing her hot lips against the man’s ear,

"Your Grace... We will have to... go all the way... W-Will you be alright?"

Even if that question sounded ridiculous in the heat of the moment, she still needed to hear his consent, after all, simply forcing herself on him did not feel right, especially since their relentless desire for each other was nothing but a mere delusion, ignited by the Acme exchange.

Without even a moment’s hesitation, Damien whispered a short but confident "Yes" and it worked like a magic spell on Rosalie – she moved her hands down his torso, then paused for a second, and placed one palm over the man’s crotch, unbuttoning his black pants with the other.

The moment she touched him, Damien let out a loud moan bordering with an animalistic groan, while the girl, on the other hand, was taken aback by how big and hot he felt inside her palm, nearly ready to explode.

Controlled by her own Acme Flow and not afraid of pain awaiting her virgin body, Rosalie briskly moved her hips and positioned herself on top of Damien, feeling him tight inside her, and as their bodies collided, the two of them felt a hot, all-consuming sensation spreading around them, as if they were melting into each other, burning under the heavy weight of the sparkling crimson veil of Asmodeus’s power.

As Rosalie began to slowly move her hips, she felt Damien’s sharp teeth digging into her soft flesh, his hands gripping her bottom, helping her control the speed. She wrapped her arms around the duke’s shoulders, scared that she might not be able to go on without holding onto his strong body, while her hips began to move faster, trying to match their growing eagerness and passion for one another, succumbing to the intoxicating mixture of lust and surprisingly genuine affection.

After a while, it seemed like the world around them did not exist anymore – the quiet atmosphere of the garden was now filled with their loud moans and desperate gasps for air. Both of their bodies were now drenched in sweat mixed with the thick, sticky red veil of their Acme, and although Damien kept biting Rosalie’s skin in an attempt to suppress both his voice and beastly desires, the girl felt nothing but pleasure and was going insane, craving for more.

At last, the girl felt her hips shudder as if her entire body was electrocuted and moaned loudly through her gritted teeth, her mind turning blank, unable to handle the overwhelming amount of pleasure filling up her body, while Damien pressed his face to the girl’s chest and let out a loud, almost animalistic groan.

The time seemed to have stopped at that very moment. With their bodies still connected, the two of them were desperately holding onto each other, gasping for air and trying to calm down their galloping hearts. And as the dense layer of Acme began to dissipate like morning fog, the golden light of the fireflies resumed its magical dance, inviting back the tranquil serenity of the night.