NIGHT WITH THE DUKE

Annabelle's body froze as she felt a stinging pain in her core. He didn't know it was going to hurt like this. Why do so many people do it, when it hurts so much? A drop of tear fell down his temple, as a sign that the Duke had it completely.

Albert's body stopped moving as it hit the thin barrier that was inside Annabelle. With a strong thud, Albert tore down the barrier. What Albert did also broke all the rumors circulating, becoming the first man to explore the depths of Annabelle.

"Tomorrow I demand an honesty from you, Annabelle," Albert muttered in his wife's ear.

"What is it about?" Annabelle asked breathlessly, still filled with passion.

"About everything," replied Albert, who then wiped Annabelle's tears by kissing her temples. Albert knew that tonight he had to do it gently and carefully. The hot night that he had planned was over. Even so, Albert gets the extraordinary gift of being the first man for Annabelle.

Albert showered Annabelle again with light kisses in her eyes, nose and face. Then he devoured his wife's lips greedily, stuck his tongue in her sweet wife's mouth and ventured into it. Albert's lips began to move and shift to explore Annabelle's neck, tasting it there and leaving a trail of heat, the red marks of his ownership clearly visible there.

Annabelle lifted her head, staring at the bedpost above her. Let her husband do more extensive exploration. Annabelle could feel Albert's heavy breaths brushing against the sensitive pulse points in her neck. Makes her body look natural. Curved his body under Albert and puffed out his chest.

Albert smiled between his sips. Knowing what Annabelle wanted, Albert's lips welcomed Annabelle's body movements with pleasure. Albert's hands cupped his wife's beautiful hill that felt snug in his hands. Not too big and not too small.

Albert's hot hands touched Annabelle's skin, making Annabelle sigh loudly.

"Albert..."

"Yes… My Lady, say my name. Your voice is very sweet to my ears," said Albert who then tasted the top of his wife's hill. Tease him there, so that Annabelle is ready to accept him.

Annabelle's that gripped hers tightly, made it difficult for Albert to hold hers even deeper. With all the kisses she gave, Annabelle began to open up.

"I'm sorry, Annabelle," whispered Albert who then moved his hips slowly.

Annabelle's lips crinkled as she felt the movement that made her sting. The more Annabelle moved her body to avoid Albert, the deeper Albert's belonged to her.

Annabelle's hand tried to push Albert's chest away from him, but Albert quickly grabbed Annabelle's wrist with one firm hand and held it above his wife's head.

"Hold on a little longer, Annabelle! The pain will go away soon," Albert whispered like a spell, making Annabelle nod and not try to avoid her husband anymore.

Albert's free hand, teased Annabelle's slender hips and managed to make Annabelle forget the pain. It was then that Albert's hip movements intensified. With regular movements he began to plunge his own into Annabelle's.

Not long after, the pain turned into a feeling of great pleasure. No more moans of pain could be heard on Annabelle's lips, but a beautiful sigh that echoed in the stone walled room of the Duke.

The sigh was met with the Duke's loud groan. Annabelle's property gripped Albert's tightly, making Albert lose control of himself. Albert's movements were no longer in the form of soft movements but pounding after strong beats, he stabbed them.

The sigh became a shout of pleasure that sounded, even Annabelle forgot that she should behave as an obedient Lady with manners and manners. Tonight he was acting wildly under the duke's control.

Albert's hand had already released its grip from Annabelle's wrist. Her hands gripped the pillows on the right and left of Annabelle's head to stifle her passion. While Annabelle's hands were on Albert's back, her nails were stuck there, holding back the excitement that exploded from the pounding of Albert's body.

The creaking of the wooden bed began to sound at a regular tempo, accompanying the movement of the bodies of a pair of humans moving on it. Their bodies began to be damp and slippery, their sweat dripping on the very cold night outside the castle. The candles in the room began to dim as well, because the Duke had no intention of replacing them.

The moonlight began to illuminate the room through the window. The light fell right on the moving body. The howls of wolves began to be heard from within the forest, but that didn't make the night scary. Annabelle's screams and Albert's growl made the night beautiful. The squeaks of bats that usually make goosebumps, tonight must be ashamed of the sound of bodies stomping against each other and the creaking of the bed that accompanied it.

Albert's moans grew louder than Annabelle's throbbed and gripped hers tightly. Annabelle's moans grew louder than Albert's property bulged within hers. Made hers tighten and feel very full. It even felt like his body was torn in two.

Knowing they were going to explode, Albert took his wife in his arms. Annabelle hid her face in the crook of her husband's neck, which was damp with sweat. That's when with a strong thump, Albert exploded the liquid inside Annabelle and filled his wife's womb. Meanwhile, Albert's was wrapped in something warm from his wife's outburst.

Their bodies both trembled and convulsed violently as the explosion occurred, making every nerve in their bodies respond. In his entire life, Albert had never felt anything like this with any woman. Even with experienced women. The hot night he imagined, was nothing compared to what he had tonight. Everything that happened tonight was beyond his expectations. Meanwhile, Annabelle, had a great first experience.

Albert's head finally fell in the valley between the two hills belonging to his damp wife. His breath was shallow and heavy. His wife's scent was so fragrant and thick. Albert would not forget this scent for the rest of his life. Meanwhile, Annabelle, who was feeling it for the first time, felt exhausted, after serving her husband's immense passion.

Annabelle's eyes felt heavy. "I'm so tired, can I sleep?" said Annabelle.

"Sleep well, my lady," Albert muttered.

When his heart had returned to its normal beating, Albert let go of his union with his wife and plopped down beside her. His eyes stared in awe at his wife's body in the moonlight.

The body was very beautiful, without a single thread. The golden hair looked like thread from the sky. It fell apart on the pillow that Annabelle used to sleep on. It even clung to his forehead and shoulders which were damp with sweat.

Albert's eyes did not stop admiring his wife's beautiful body. His hands began to trace the body and caressed it gently, afraid of disturbing his wife's sleep. Unfortunately, his desire to taste his wife's body is very strong. Albert also lowered his head and began to taste Annabelle's body and gave many red marks on the body of his wife who was now asleep. Enjoying the smell of his wife's body and the sweet taste of her body.

Satisfied, Albert wrapped Annabelle's body and carried her into his arms. In her sleep, Annabelle sniffed her face and hid in the crook of Albert's neck, her arms wrapped around her husband's body. So did Albert, holding his wife's body possessively.

That night they slept hugging each other in the moonlight.

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