Chapter 74
It reminded her of that time he’d sunk between her thighs and tormented her with his mouth—just like the scene from that book she’d read and tried to copy.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“That… last time…”
She couldn’t bring herself to say it.
How could she speak aloud about how he’d sucked at her hole with his lips and shoved his tongue greedily inside?
As she stumbled over her words, Aidan seemed to understand what she meant.
He lifted one corner of his mouth with a smile.
At first, she’d thought he was a man who rarely smiled.
His face was always so stern.
Yet, before she realized it, he smiled easily like this—and his smile was devastatingly attractive.
Her heart fluttered again.
“Is it something you want me to do?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“If my wife wants it, anytime.
But first… your body has gone cold.”
He scooped water and poured it over her feet.
Warm water teased the chilly tips of her toes back to life.
“Let’s wash you first.” Aidan fetched soap and applied bubbles to her small, porcelain feet.
“Feet are dirty…”
She’d worn shoes all day outside.
She still couldn’t believe that not a maid, but a grand duke of another country, was kneeling before her, washing her feet.
Every time his strong, thick fingers brushed the soft flesh between her toes, she twitched—her legs shrinking involuntarily.
“There’s no part of you that’s dirty.”
“But…”
“If you don’t believe me, I can lick them. Just like how I licked you.”
His gaze drifted upward, toward the place above where he’d warmed her feet—her intimate core.
“Don’t lick me!”
She shivered just imagining it. The thought of him licking her feet was unfathomable.
“I want to lick every inch of your body.”
His fingers, slick with soap, persisted over her slippery feet.
The once-chilled tips heated with his touch.
“I wonder what it’d taste like if I stuffed it in my mouth and rolled it around.”
Those gentle fingers slid past the rounded ankle bone, up her smooth calf.
Her muscles were tighter than usual from riding horseback all day, and he kneaded them.
“And here too…”
His fingers toyed with the tender flesh behind her knee.
Was he truly trying to clean— or was this hand flirtation with dark intent?
In the bright bathroom, she felt humiliated to the point of death, yet for some reason she couldn’t flee.
Aidan’s eyes were blunt, like they pierced her heart.
His hand moved past her soft thigh to the red tuft of hair at her core.
Her legs were jammed shut, but he kneaded the flesh of her plump thighs.
“Open.”
“…”
“You need to open your legs so I can check and clean.”
“There’s no wound here.”
At her timid defiance, Aidan frowned.
“You never know— maybe you chafed from riding.”
“I didn’t ride that long.”
He moved close and pressed his lips against her ear.
His dry lips brushed her earlobe.
She shivered, her body shrinking, her b*****s lifting naturally.
He whispered a languid command.
“Spread your legs, Floria.”
“…”
“Come on.”
Even though Aidan wouldn’t hurt her, how could she possibly defy the man she loved when he commanded so?
She always protested out of embarrassment and sometimes struggled to escape the pleasure he gave her, but in the end, she always gave in—because the ecstasy he gave was thrilling, and she wanted to satisfy him.
At his urging, her tightly closed thighs began to part.
Between them, her already flushed intimate core was revealed.
The red tuft of hair trembled.
Her exposed flesh in the cool air felt almost refreshing.
They’d had such brutal nights together every single night that now, if a day passed without him, she felt hollow.
Her core was already soaking wet, illuminated by the light and glistening.
His eyes flicked over it like a tongue.
“As I thought, you must be chafed.”
His tone could’ve been teasing—or serious—as he muttered.
With his broad palm, he touched her down there.
A sticky fluid, different from water, transferred onto his palm.
“Otherwise, this fluid wouldn’t pool like this.”
In the past, she wouldn’t have known his intent.
But now, even his teasing tone made her sense the dark intent behind his words.
“It’s not that kind of fluid.”
Because you touched me…
Because you looked at me…
Floria couldn’t finish her words. She bit her lower lip.
That’s when he began his playful touch.
Each time his palm pressed between her thighs, her waist jolted. Sitting in the tub, she felt like she might slip to the floor.
She shot him an accusing glare, and Aidan lifted one corner of his mouth.
“If it’s not that kind of fluid, then what kind?
Did you get hurt or something?”
He curved his thick fingers and parted the folds.
Already damp flesh, smeared with soap lather, was pressed down against his fingers with increasing softness.
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