Please Be Patient, Grand Duke Chapter 80.1

Chapter 80.1

He leaned his hand against the mirror. Her body, while panting, was pushed against the mirror.

Canillia couldn’t open her eyes. The two shadows that were reflected by the fire from the fireplace became one and only the sound of rough panting and the feeling bites into her skin made her toes curl.

“Open your eyes.”

She got gooseb.u.mps at such a thrilling flutter. She kept on shaking her head at his cruel whispers. So his large hand grabbed her chin and bit her earlobe aggressively.

Canillia’s toes paled and shivered. She kept on turning her head when he told her to open her eyes, but she couldn’t get away from the feeling of becoming whipped cream.

Claude turned her around and lifted her up. Before she could collect her breath, she was. .h.i.t against the wall and was filled with him.

“Ah!”

The strong and dull pleasure came with a sharp scream for her. Canillia hung onto him as hard as she could in case she fell. She brushed back Claude’s sweaty hair and pushed her lips against his hot forehead. He lifted his head in response, licking her chin, longing for a kiss. He swallowed her lips as they came shyly even while they were becoming together.

The taste of alcohol was diluted as their tongue intertwined together. Their body was covered in sweat which made a wet sound each time their body split.

He bit on her lower lip while moving to bed. Her face flared up each time he took a step and hugged his neck hard in the end.

He didn’t stop even for a moment.

The mattress sank as if it couldn’t hold their weight and the speed of his waist movement started to go faster.

The tidy sheet was pushed to the floor and the ink and the quill on the night table fell.

The ink that spilled was absorbed by a card. Canillia stared faintly at the card that was becoming black and stared at it without any emotion.

It was an invitation that was sent to Rosina by the Marchioness.

That moment, he grabbed her face and made her look at him.

His sweat fell on her frowning face, her lips that opened slightly while panting and her eyes that she shut each time he hit her deep spot.

Her sensitive skin bristled even with slightest touch and pleasure swarmed over.

Canillia’s face was held by him and she kept on staring at the shaking light and color.

The painting on the ceiling, drawn by a talented artist; his sweaty black hair stuck on his forehead; and his blue eyes that were full with heat.

The sensational color that was reflected on the silver food dome made her mind go crazy.

“Ha!”

The moment of zenith, he whispered her name. A warm heat flowed into her with his thick voice that seemed to scratch the inside of his throat. He hugged her curved body hard, moved his waist a few more times and then slowly slumped.

She was so tired that she couldn’t think. She just wanted to sleep like that. It was him who drank, but her who became drunk.

He felt her heartbeat with his face for a long time and then tried to support his body with his elbows. After, he brought a wet towel to wipe her off and Canillia tried her best to keep her eyes open.

“The dress became a mess. The Princess might scold me.”

His laughter thickened at her whiny, sleepy whimper.

“Who would dare.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m really nothing,” muttered Canillia weakly.

“Did Ian Sergio, the prince of Geore, propose to a woman who was nothing?”

She perked up as Claude said the word proposal.

“Sir!”

As she rushed up with her eyes wide open, he kissed her again and lied her down and put his hand behind her knees. She could feel his lips curving up.

He looked quite relaxed and calmed but she wasn’t.

So he knew as expected?

She had to explain that it was a misunderstanding. She didn’t think he’d believe Ian, but she didn’t want any misunderstanding. She felt her body folding in half with strong force and when she came to her senses, he was already inside her. She was barely able to breathe and he didn’t bother to hide the aggressiveness in his voice.

“You don’t have to explain something so petty. All… I have to do is have you, Canillia.”

“Claude.”

Lia put her hands on his chest and gently pushed him. His aggressive eyes became calm and dull pain came.

“Let me have you.”