The Duke's Passion

Chapter 705  I'm the rotten one

 "I'll be gentle... I'll try."

The expression on Lilou's face died as she held her breath while Samael carried her to the mansion. Studying the triumphant grin on his face, she knew he was dead serious. Samael was planning to carry her to the bathroom where they would…

Her mouth fell in disbelief before patting his chest when they were by the entrance. He stopped.

"Put me down!" she panicked, tapping his shoulder quickly. "Now!"

"But why? That is not how we did it."

Lilou nearly choked on her own breath but managed to keep herself together. She pinched his shoulder, which did nothing to him.

"I — I don't want to take a bath! I take bath every ten days!" she lied on the skin of her teeth. "Put me down… please."

Samael sighed quietly.

"Fine." He reluctantly put her down and then continued when he straightened his back. "Lilove, I was —"

<nulli>Swooosh.

The second her feet met the floor, she dashed away in a flash without saying a word. He blinked many times as a gust of air blew past him. He slowly shifted his gaze to the direction she sprinted to, tilting his head to the side.

"I was kidding," he whispered, scratching his temple. "And a bit serious."

If she agreed, he wouldn't mind becoming one with her and giving the performance of his life. The sight of her was enough to tickle his heart, and kissing her could prickle his skin with euphoria. Feeling her body with his palm, he wanted to confine her in his embrace forever.

So, who wouldn't want to be intimate with the woman his body ached for?

"Fabian, we planned to reenact our first intimate time." He snapped his eyes and set them on his left. There, near the door, stood Fabian with his classic smile that caused his eyes to squint.

"But we didn't plan to do everything, and that includes your interruption."

"That's quite disheartening, my lord. I was looking forward to reliving the time I stood up against you." Fabian kept his smile.

Samael studied Fabian's demeanor and quirked a brow. "Did you dig your own grave?"

"I did."

"It seems you've been looking forward to this, huh?" he shook his head and sauntered off. "Don't bother me for a while. Lilou teased me enough for me to need to clear my head."

"Haven't you cleared your head at the border?" asked Fabian, while watching Samael take the stairs leisurely.

"The undead are not the problem." Samael paused, hand on the railing, and then looked back at Fabian from the seventh step of the stairs. "Prepare the place for our guest tomorrow. Heliot will surely drop by. If he didn't, then drag him here."

"Yes, Your Grace." Fabian placed his hand across his chest while Samael continued in his tracks.

Standing in the same spot, Fabian watched Samael on the second floor as he headed to his temporary room to take a bath. His squinting eyes slowly cracked slightly, revealing a pair of dangerous eyes.

"I hope the prince doesn't come…" he whispered, turning on his heel and marching towards the door. "Well, he wouldn't if I came to him first."

<nullb>******

Samael went straight to the room he occupied this morning. Fabian was the best butler to ever exist since there was already warm water waiting for him in the tub the second he entered the bathroom. It was as if Fabian had known they would come and, knowing Samael, he had been spending time in the bath to clear his head.

Tossing all the clothes on the wooden chair nearby, Samael dipped in the tub and moaned as all his muscles relaxed. He leaned back, arms spread on the rims, eyes closed. He threw his head back, inhaling the steam ascending from the water.

He stayed in that position for minutes until he reopened his eyes. As soon as he did, he caught the high ceiling that still had some cobwebs lingering in the corner.

<nulli>'I said, sure.' Lilou's whisper earlier rang in his head, making his head buzz. He was simply humoring her, but he didn't expect her to agree and allow him to kiss her. The side of his lips curled up at the thought.

"She's always like that," came out a deep voice, remembering how she also took him by surprise back then. "The only difference is that she chose a secret place where no one can see us."

The more he remembered how Lilou was during their first months together and how she was a decade later, his eyes fastened in amusement. The current Lilou was like a mix of both. His wife was bold enough to roll around the grass with him while making out. The younger Lilou was more discreet and silly.

A laugh cracked the silence in the room.

"Until now, she keeps surprising me." He mumbled and shook his head, taking a deep breath. His smile had been cemented on his face, pleased with their quick progress.

"It's probably because one way or another, she still remembers." He rocked his head. "I feel reassured that at least she's not closing her heart and mind. She is willing, and I simply needed to be patient."

Samael convinced himself there was no need to rush things with Lilou. No matter how short his patience was, he had to respect that Lilou was still… young.

"Right… she's still in her late teens…" his face contorted at the realization. "Now that I think about it, Stefan isn't that scummy."

Lilou and Stefan met when she was younger and silly. Although she was already of the legal age, she was still young compared to them. Hence, it was easy to understand the reason Stefan didn't touch her. It wasn't because he was a vampire and pleasure for him was different from what humans know, but it was because Lilou was still so young.

"I guess they were right," he mumbled as he gazed down, sighing heavily. "I'm the rotten one."

Samael might've told himself to be patient and not rush things with her. But he was a man, and he discovered a different kind of pleasure with Lilou. Therefore, his body sought her, his hands longed to touch every part of her body and feel the heat of her insides.

He dropped his hand underwater, hissing as he wrapped his fingers around his hard erection. His cheek flushed in pink, clenching his teeth as his breathing grew heavier.

"Damn Lilou… you're driving me crazy."