Duke of the Beast and the Vicarious Bride - Chapter 97

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It was because Fiona, her body heated to the utmost, removed Caligo’s left hand—which had been wrapped around her waist like ivy—and brought it to her b****t.

Stiff as stone from shock, he gazed up at her. In his puzzled eyes were filled with desperate longing and a flicker of hope.

“May I… may I touch?”

Fiona found his innocent yet earnest question both amusing and infuriating. It was anger toward Jayden, who had planted strange teachings in the ignorant man, causing them both to suffer.

“You may touch.”

But at such sudden fortune, Caligo could not bring himself to believe her words.

“However… I was told I must not touch…”

When he asked with lingering doubt that would not disappear, Fiona smiled wryly and applied pressure to her hand covering Caligo’s. Beneath his solid, rough masculine palm, her luscious flesh yielded softly. Even that alone sent a tingling sensation through her.

“That was a lie. Rather, women enjoy being touched here and there. And I also…”

To him, it was nothing short of miraculous. What he had desperately wished for until his head ached was happening. The large hand gripping Fiona’s full b****t trembled, eager to knead it even now.

“I also want you to touch me.”

The sweet permission fell. Caligo, trembling as if struck by lightning, carefully grasped Fiona’s b****t. With his own pure volition, not because her hand guided his.

His anger toward Jayden and his shame at his own foolishness were set aside for the moment. He could not waste time on such thoughts when the body he had so longed to touch was now in his hands.

When he gripped again, Fiona’s round b****t yielded to the shape of his hand. Caligo was instantly captivated by the sensation.

Even his large hand could not contain it all—the overflowing flesh protruded between his fingers. Soft and warm. He had never seen anything so harmless and lovable. He felt he could bury himself here forever.

That he had lived until now without knowing this. That he had believed it forbidden and never touched. His hatred for Jayden deepened further.

“Uhn…”

When his clumsy touch grazed her prominently raised n****e, Fiona twisted her hips and moaned.

Caligo, having realized something, concentrated his attention there, rolling and manipulating it. The more he touched, the firmer the pale pink bud became—it looked utterly lewd.

The sensation of rough fingers so different from her own touch, movements she could not anticipate—Fiona too grew excited to the point her head might burst. It seemed she might reach climax from just her n*****s alone. Unable to resist the tingling sensation spreading to her extremities, she brought her hand between her legs.

“Wait a moment. To insert… more preparation is needed.”

M**********g while atop him was immensely embarrassing, but the barrier in her heart prevented her from asking him to touch her below. She had heard that men sometimes orally pleasure a woman’s s*x, but for her now, it was difficult even to imagine.

Having been aroused all this while, her nether regions were already soaked with moisture. But to swallow Caligo’s terrifyingly large member, which looked even more merciless up close, she would need to loosen further to be safe.

Fiona slid her hand down to stimulate her c******s, swollen with arousal. Then, groping for her vaginal opening, she used the abundantly seeping love juices as lubricant and carefully inserted a finger into the narrow hole that squirmed with anticipation.

“Ugh, haah…”

Suddenly aware of the strangely quiet surroundings, Fiona raised her head. The sound of Caligo’s breath, which should have been right next to her, was absent. Feeling his chest with one hand and finding it not rising and falling, he seemed to have stopped breathing momentarily.

“Caligo…?”

At the sound of his name, Caligo finally expanded his chest and inhaled the breath he had been holding. With trembling hands, he grasped Fiona’s pelvis and drew her closer. His eyes, looking up at her as if in worship, held a hint of pleading.

“This… is it not something I should do?”

At his expression of wanting to caress her s*x just as he had her b*****s, Fiona’s face flushed crimson.