The Villainess's Secret Bedroom Service
Chapter 70: Red Zenith

Chapter 70: Red Zenith

Rosalie could not finish her question as all of a sudden, she lost her balance and felt everything around her turn upside down, and before she knew it, her lower body was submerged in the hot soapy water, while her upper body was trapped in Damien’s strong arms, her lips covered with his, engaging her entire mouth in an intense, deep, passionate kiss.

Although taken aback at first, Rosalie could not resist the duke’s tempting lips – the thin veil of her dark, red Acme began to emanate from her mouth, flowing steadily into Damien’s as their tongues were frantically dancing together.

It was the same type of kiss they had had before – desperate, intense, ardent, and yet, something about it still felt entirely different this time. And as the moments went by, the girl finally realized that the change lay in Damien’s behavior.

Despite his evident animalistic urge to suppress his Acme-driven desires, right now, against all expectations, instead of letting Lady Ashter lead him through the Acme exchange, it was now Damien who seemed to have taken the lead. His entire body relaxed, leaning against the rather tall wall of the large bathtub, his big left hand gently supporting Rosalie’s lower body on top of his, while the right hand was lightly pressing the back of her head.

As the kissing began to intensify, the duke placed both hands on Rosalie’s back and pulled her even closer to his body, prompting the girl to finally realize that he was completely naked and the only thing that was separating their hot bodies was the light wet layer of her silk evening dress. His nakedness, however, did not bother her in the slightest, instead, she felt a new surge of Demonic energy overcoming her body, clouding her already messed-up mind with tangled, lustful thoughts.

It seemed that the power of Asmodeus, however limited, intensified with every intimate interaction they had, and Rosalie could not help but surrender her entire being to it as well.

While Lady Ashter was immersed in the inner struggle of her own desires, Damien’s hands had already moved down and were now sliding up the wet skirt of her dress, gently, yet passionately digging his nails into her soft, hot skin, while biting her lower lip as if an attempt to hold back what was still left of his reason.

Engulfed by the elevated feeling of overflowing passion and guided by the power of her Acme, Rosalie moved her hands as well, gently placing them on Damien’s neck as she moved her body up, allowing the man to move his hands more freely. Suddenly, a subtle, almost inaudible moan escaped her mouth, prompting her to interrupt their kiss – the duke’s right hand slid over the girl’s crotch, lightly pressing on her most sensitive spot with his middle finger.

Her reaction seemed to have evoked a drastic change in the flow of her Acme – the thin crimson veil that was surrounding them like pigmented mist, now thickened, acquiring a brighter, yet deeper shade of red, sparkling as if dipped in golden glitter, and desperately sticking to their skin, turning their bodies into a hot, sticky mess.

This change surprised even Rosalie as she herself felt that she was losing her mind and turning into nothing but a mere beast, desperate to pounce on her one and only prey – the crazy man beneath her.

As if having read her mind and heart, Damien briefly looked into the girl’s shining gray eyes, his own golden gaze gleaming with a passionate spark, then suddenly lifted his body, and placed his large hand on the front of Lady Ashter’s dress, unexpectedly skillfully tearing it apart, exposing the girl’s slender naked body.

Such a crude yet passionate move did not startle Rosalie at all, on the contrary, she felt like she wanted Damien to see her, feel her, taste her, and experience her to the fullest. Thus, having decided to not waste even a single moment, she opened her arms, inviting the duke to come closer; the invitation that he, of course, could not reject.

With one quick jerk of his body, the man nearly jumped onto Lady Ashter, pressing his powerful body against her petite frame, his lips locking with hers once again, and his hot, slippery tongue invading the space of her mouth with the renewed, more vigorous passion.

Moaning and gasping for air, Rosalie wrapped her legs around Damien’s waist, clinging onto him with the force of her entire body, while simultaneously being pulled closer to him by the unstoppable urge of her Acme as if their frames were tightly wrapped with a long, thick red ribbon of lust.

Unable to control his instincts any longer, Damien lifted Lady Ashter’s body once again and carefully placed her on the wide rim of the bathtub, his lips slowly moving down, tracing the lines of her chin, neck, and collarbones, before finally pausing on her chest and gliding his greedy eyes over Rosalie’s exposed breasts.

As his face turned even redder with fever, the man’s desire turned into an uncontrollable, aching carnality that only prompted his ardor to grow bigger and harder, flaring up his cursed animalistic instincts. Thus, he kneeled before Rosalie, submerging his body in water, slid his tongue over her chest, barely touching the areas of the fervent sensations, then moved his lips down her flat stomach, tracing it with moist kisses before finally placing his hot hands on top of her thighs, spreading them open with a swift but gentle move.

The urgency of Damien’s instincts was unbearable – now, it was not only the intoxicatingly sweet Acme that was hypnotizing him and drawing him toward Rosalie, but his own suppressed feelings and desires that were spreading burning tingles across his body, making his fervor throb from the overwhelming chains of his own restrictions. Yet, no matter how painful it was to wait, the duke still found it irresistible to have his fill of Rosalie’s taste first, therefore, as if having been starved for ages, Damien pressed his mouth to her mound and started twirling his tongue, savoring the honied Acme emanating from her core.

Such a fast and unexpected move made Lady Ashter flinch from a surprisingly pleasant sensation. As Damien’s tongue proceeded with its passionate movements, an intense, almost electrifying sensation spread all over the girl’s body, while her bud was burning with the mixture of overwhelming, pleasantly teasing sensations.

With the continuous flow of Rosalie’s Acme into Damien’s mouth, the duke’s passion refused to dissipate – instead, as if guided by an invisible yet omnipotent power, he pressed his left hand on top of the young woman’s lower back, pulling her even closer to his face, while gently inserting his fingers inside her, carefully searching for the right spot.

Another loud moan escaped Rosalie’s reddish lips. The duke’s unexpectedly skillful approach left her gasping for air and struggling to contain the uncontrollable vibrations spreading from her groin all the way down to her toes, curling them from the powerful pangs of pleasure. Her hands instinctively reached down to touch Damien’s wet hair and the moment her fingertips got lost in his locks, the man submitted to her subtle urge and started moving his fingers even faster, while sucking on her pink pearl with the thirst unknown before.

At last, Rosalie’s heated body was no longer able to guard off the pleasure – with a loud, sinful groan, she let her body tremble, overcome with the firework of sensations, before melting down completely, falling right into Damien’s powerful arms.

The duke, however, was not satisfied just yet. Wrapping his large arms around Lady Ashter’s slender body, he helped her hold onto his waist with her legs one more time. Then, he stepped over the rim of the bathtub, marched toward the wall with broad, resolute steps, and once the girl’s back gently hit the cool, smooth surface of the wall, Damien greedily covered her mouth with his lips again, and slid inside her, allowing the slight tremble, evoked by the passionate meeting of their flesh, shake his massive frame with the subtle tingles of gratification.

His movements were fast yet careful. The insatiable passion, ignited by the sweet and hot exchange of Acme, guided his body like a puppet, while his hazy, dazed mind was craving Rosalie’s everything, and the more she responded to his fervent provocations, the greedier he became.

As Damien’s hips continued to move with the perfect rhythm, his large, warm hands were supporting the girl’s head, carefully guarding her against any possible harm, and his lips, hot and wet, were frantically moving over her tender neck and shoulders, leaving burning red traces akin to branding marks as his way of saying that her delicate flesh belonged only to him. And he could not get enough of it.

With every move, every kiss, every touch, every gasp, their bodies seemed to be uniting as one – the thick mixture of their combined aromatic Acme had filled up the entire room, drowning the two connected people in the half-transparent sea of the dark crimson fog. Neither Damien nor Rosalie could no longer tell where one’s body began and the other’s ended, both their bodies and minds were now united and tinged with the lustful hue of unfathomable pleasure that neither of them wanted to give up.

And yet, as if stricken by the moment of clarity, both of them exhaled as one, filling the steamy bathroom with the faint sounds of their breathless moans, when the passionate Acme exchange finally reached its zenith.

Still struggling to catch his breath and pressing Rosalie’s body against his, Damien let his hazy vision regain its focus, frantically waiting for the girl to show him any signs of discontent, while Rosalie, on the other hand, was hanging down the duke’s sturdy, muscular frame almost lifelessly, not certain whether she would ever be able to regain her strength again.

"Lady Rosalie?.. Can you hear me?"

Upon hearing the man’s low, hoarse voice, the girl responded with a light, almost unnoticeable nod and let out an exhausted sigh in an attempt to ensure Damien that she could hear him. Unfortunately, hearing was the only thing her body could allow her to do at that moment, as the vigorous session of Acme exchange had taken a noticeable toll on her already weakened body. Thus, lifelessly clinging onto the duke’s powerful body, Rosalie took a deep breath and asked, half of her quiet words drowning in Damien’s neck,

"Your Grace... The reason I came here was... Will you go on a Festival Date with me tomorrow?"

The duke rounded his eyes in utter shock as if not believing his own ears. He gently placed his hand on top of Rosalie’s head, trying to attract her attention one more time, however, Lady Ashter was already fast asleep, snoring quietly on his strong shoulder with her hands tightly wrapped around his neck – evidently, her preferred way of sleeping.

As the content smile tugged at the corners of Damien’s lips, he planted a light kiss on Lady Ashter’s head and whispered his reply,

"It will be my pleasure, Lady Rosalie."