The Duke's Passion

Chapter 716  Why me?

Samael laid Lilou down on the bed carefully. He assisted himself away, hand on her side, the other arm still around her waist. Hovering over her, he looked into her eyes and smiled.

"Lilou," he called, caressing her jaw with the back of his hand. "My love."

He brushed her lips with his thumb gently, lowering his body to kiss her. Lilou closed her eyes to welcome his light but continuous kisses. The fear that was creeping up her spine soon disappeared with his gentle kisses. Unknowingly, she was unbuttoning his shirt, making him grin against her lips.

"Naughty," he remarked, making her freeze and let go.

"I'm... not," came out a muffled voice, averting her eyes as he pulled his weight off of her, but kept his erection inside her spread legs.

Samael could just pound into her right here, and now, feeling the love juices leaking from her. However, he shared the same sentiments as her. Their first round was abrupt and quick as if it was their last hour in this world. He wanted to take their time since he had all night to make love with her.

"It's alright. I like it," he purred, clipping the drawstrings of her bodice, eyes on her. "It always feels different when you're practicing initiative."

The side of his lips curled up, pulling the drawstrings to release these annoying layers of clothes that were hiding her glorious body. He removed her clothes carefully, one by one, making her watch and feel free. He kept her eyes on her, enjoying how she bit her lips on instinct at his actions.

Lilou held her breath, unable to look away from him. Samael looked dangerous while looking down at her, but for reasons unknown, she appreciated his beguiling allure. She knew every second that passed, another layer of fabric would land outside the bed. But she didn't stop him, nor did she want to stop him.

If anything, she wanted to see his body, to feel it under her palm, and his weight on her. Lilou didn't know where these perverted ideas were coming from, but it felt natural to feel this way. Frustrating, even, she may add, since he was purposely teasing her by taking his precious time.

When only a thin inner dress was felt covering her body, Lilou asked. "Do you... do you like me?" she bit her tongue upon realizing her question.

"Do I like you?" he repeated in the same questioning tone, unbuttoning his shirt, eyes on her. The question felt very familiar, although she used a different term in the past. But he didn't answer until the last button of his shirt was unbuttoned, showing the toned muscles underneath those clothes.

Samael bent over, planting his palms on either side of her head. When his face was a palm length away from hers, he looked straight into her eyes, licking his lips.

"I married you. I had children with you," he answered under his breath, brushing his nose against hers. "You're the only woman who can drive me crazy, and I don't mind becoming a lunatic if you are the reason."

He ran the apex of his nose to her jaw, biting her earlobe. "Like and Love is an understatement, Lilou. There were many things to say, but if those words are the only option, then I love you more than you can imagine."

Lilou bit her lips, face painted in beet red, and her breathing heavy. She clutched his shoulder on instinct, letting his hot breath tickle her ears.

"Why me?" came out the follow-up question. "There were others out there who are better than me. What did you see in me?"

"I can ask the same question to you, Lilou. Why me?" Samael shifted his lips and claimed her, showering her lips with short and soft kisses, and inhaling her deep breaths. "There were tons out there, and yet... you chose me. Why?"

Lilou found herself wondering about the question he should've answered. Her hand crawled around his neck and onto his nape, letting him shower her with sensual kisses.

Why him?

Although he didn't detail his question, Lilou understood the entirety of his question. She had spent months with Stefan under the same roof. However, the two of them — or rather, Lilou felt nothing like this towards Stefan. She cared for him sincerely, but she never imagined herself in this same situation with him.

The same goes with Heliot. That prince was definitely Lilou's type. Heliot was handsome and carried himself with a noble air. He was someone worthy of admiration just seeing him stand, and his eyes, which were akin to a night full of stars, were so beautiful one could look at them for the longest time.

However, Lilou's admiration towards Heliot was just pure admiration.

For Samael, on the other hand, the first time their eyes met, she already felt this strange force prickling under her skin. All she felt at that time was that the pair of crimson eyes could see was her — the rest of the world was gone. And in those eyes, he wanted her, firmly and without a doubt, no one else.

Perhaps that was the reason, or maybe there were more underlying reasons. It could be because her heart and body remembered him, even though her brain couldn't. But still... deep in her heart, mind, and soul, this decision of becoming one with him was purely her own.

"I like you," she whispered into his mouth, making him freeze. She waited for him to draw his head back until they were staring at each other.

"I want you..." she continued in a muffled voice. "... can I call your name?"

His eyes softened, but when his eyelids drooped until they were partially closed, danger lurked within.

"Say it," he demanded seductively, brushing his nose against hers.

Lilou took a deep breath, but her lips still quivered when they parted. She forced her voice out of her throat, planning to call his name, Samael. However, her courage ran short, and all that came from her lips was, "Sam."

"Yes," he whispered before smashing his lips on hers. Unwilling to part lips with her, he clutched the hem of her dress and tore it apart.

And so, the second round of passion ensued, followed by more... until sunrise.