Chapter 10. Time of Passion I

Flora, who had gone to bed, belatedly received the duke’s summons and entered the master’s room.

He, whom she had expected to be busy discussing the ambush, was already prepared for bed in a somewhat light gown.

“I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

“……I wasn’t sleeping.”

After Flora calmly responded and naturally tried to find her usual place, Claude raised his hand to stop her.

“Come here and sleep. You got involved because of me.”

At his voice, which seemed quite affectionate, Flora slowly approached and sat beside him.

He grabbed her shoulders and gently turned her around. Suddenly facing him, Flora blinked, and Claude raised his chin and lifted the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t mean sleep right now.”

Claude, who had climbed onto the bed, pushed Flora’s body down. Shoved down by his somewhat forceful strength, Flora opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Soon after, his careless hands quickly untied her gown and threw it down. As all the clothes stripped by his hands were thrown to the floor and scattered, he also removed his outer garments one by one and tossed them aside.

Before she could even be embarrassed, the duke’s cold eyes stared at her lying beneath him. He lightly grasped Flora’s chin, who was rolling her eyes in shame, and intently locked gazes with her.

Today, he was clearly different from usual. As she looked at him with puzzled eyes, his lips opened again.

“It’s not like we’ve only rolled around once or twice, so why try to hide? Spread your legs.”

Claude, whose atmosphere had suddenly changed completely, commanded Flora, who had become n*ked, as if giving an order.

“You do everything I command anyway.”

She couldn’t tell if he was angry or trying to tease her.

After showing a moment of hesitation, Flora soon obediently fell into his arms, as if by habit. Then, just as he seemed about to bury himself in her body, he suddenly stopped all actions.

Seeing her calm expression that seemed ready to bear the consequences, Claude erased his smile. Though he had never particularly paid attention to her reactions until now, at this moment, he could only feel dumbfounded.

Impudent maid.

No, a woman with suspicious activities who seemed to have been in communication with those of unknown identity.

His hand, which had removed the platinum-blonde hair flowing near her snow-white nape, slowly descended and grasped her round, snow-white flesh.

“Ah…!”

Flora’s fine brow slightly crumpled. As he firmly squeezed the flesh he had grabbed, pain and pleasure alternately visited her.

His elegant fingers slid down, tracing her flat lower abdomen. When he spread apart the split crevice with his long fingers that he had sent down, as if stroking it, her intimate flesh turned as red as her blushing cheeks.

The contrast between her face and lower part of similar color was sensual. The sensation of tightness below his waist as he suppressed an unidentifiable impulse was proof of that.

After staring at it for a moment, he reached out and lightly rubbed the upper part of her entrance. Then, as he slowly pushed in his finger hooked at her entrance, twisting it around, an electrifying pleasure instantly filled and spread throughout her body.

“Th……ere……, ah!”

Each time he stirred her inner walls with his inserted finger, a squelching sound echoed. Flora, who had spread her legs wide, slightly lifted her b*ttocks.

The more he stirred through the moist sensation clinging to him as if swimming, the hotter fluid flowed down. Seeing her snow-white instep trembling, Claude smirked.

“You feel it well.”

Despite Flora desperately trying to hold back her voice by biting her lip at the vivid sensation, her body reacted involuntarily to the stimulating sensations that came like waves.

Her whole body twisted at the stimulation spreading from the peak pressed by his firm thumb.

“To an absurd degree.”

Claude twisted his lips at the gradually settling sticky air.

Embracing her now couldn’t be considered a cool-headed decision. But from the moment she had spoken falsehoods before him, his heart had rapidly cooled.

“You’re quite wet for something you just started feeling.”

He continued his hand movements, swallowing down his male desire. The flow of complicated thoughts that had caused his headache had long since flowed elsewhere.

As he firmly pressed and gently rubbed each sensitive spot, clear fluid trickled down. A microscopic crack appeared in his face, which was as rigid as if it were unfeeling.

He stared nonchalantly at his wet fingers that he had pulled out. The thick, erotic scent vibrated so intensely that he felt an overwhelming urge to bring his mouth to it.

“Haa…… Master.”

Her long eyelashes, wet with moisture, trembled. Her constantly sobbing face looked pitiful, but it rather evoked a strange sentiment in him.

His gaze settled indifferently, still unaware that it was a dark, sadistic instinct deeply seated in his heart.

“Did you get h*rny just because we skipped a few days?”

“……Hah, no. It’s not that…… I wanted to be with you.”

A glimpse of sincerity peeked through her composed tone, but Claude didn’t believe it.

A woman who seemed dull but was actually sensitive.

At first, she had only endured her whimpering body, but now she had properly developed into an honest body that felt pleasure well.

He had perfectly trained her, who was incomparably pure in s*xual matters, according to his preferences. Her strong yet awkward body had been rewarding to teach.

Is she a quick learner because this is also using her body?

She was perfect, each habit instilled to match his preferences. The stubbornness she displayed in strange areas was quiet in his bed, and she diligently followed what he taught.

After embracing her to his fill until he was sick of it, the night filled with pleasure would end without any room for nightmares to intrude.

Even during the lengthy lovemaking that would have surely made other women faint several times by now, the woman never lost consciousness and quietly opened her body if he desired.

He was satisfied with that as well.

So he was confident that she was essentially tamed by him.

But what if all the actions of this woman who obeyed him were detestable?

What if he had been deceived by those clear eyes that looked at him so blindly?

Claude’s gaze, which had paused on her lips exhaling colored breaths, turned cold.

He knew absolutely nothing about what lay beneath this innocent woman who believed she received his affection.

So he had to find out.

He grabbed her slender wrists with one hand too easily. Her well-developed figure was painfully pressed against his firm upper body.

As his thick c*ck attempted entry, Flora instinctively swallowed her breath. His forceful momentum that thrust in was as powerful as his renowned reputation as the southern commander.

“Ah……”

Simultaneously, the elastic flesh tightened snugly. After pushing down her hands, which had tensed up, he entered her in one go.

Claude frowned and let out a low moan at the squeezing pressure. Her intimate flesh gradually spread and swallowed his c*ck.

As the heavy thing pierced deep inside at once, she let out a nasal sound.

“Endure it!”

Claude held her hands in one of his and thrust his lower body up forcefully. With desire that had risen without even his awareness. Feeling a twisted sense of achievement that came with each exploration, he pushed himself into her body with all his might.

Beyond not refusing at all, her insides, which became more slippery with each entry, wrapped around him softly. Even when he pulled out appropriately after pushing in, she tightened sharply as if reluctant to let go.

Her concave abdomen rose and fell roughly. Her blue eyes, beaded with moisture, were truly as clear as a transparent lake.

“Uh……! Haa……, ah!”

Flora moaned softly at the sensation of his thrusts. Though his expression was extremely restrained, his actions were far from calm.

The sound that rang out with each friction below the navel was explicit. Each time the fully expanded junction rubbed together, the flowing fluid spread in spots on the sheet.

Flora looked up at the tall man with a sharp jawline and prominent nose bridge blocking her view and reached out her hand. The straight bone structure she touched was firm, and his broad chest was so dependable she wanted to lean on it.

Having never experienced being embraced, she liked how he held her as if she were someone precious. Because she believed it was his way of showing affection.

Moving her hand, this time she ran her fingers through his silver hair that shimmered softly in the moonlight. It was so soft it seemed to tickle her heart.

“Master’s hair is……, mmph!”

“You seem to have leisure for other thoughts?”

Claude, who had pulled her small chin toward him, boldly overlapped his lips with her parted ones. As her lips parted, a slick small flesh pushed in. Their humid breaths mixed for a long time.

Saliva that hadn’t fully gone down pooled stickily at the corner of her mouth. The man’s lips, which wrapped around even that, heated her entire body and poured out warmth.