The Possessive Lord's Contract Wife

Warning! Mature content.

Eloise’s fingers dug deeper into the blanket as Damien tormented her with his tongue. The nervousness went away to be replaced by excitement, eagerness, and a desperate need for Damien to continue taking her to a new high of emotions.

Damien’s name left her parted lips a few times against her will as though he now had full control of her. His name plagued her mind.

Eloise’s breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling as the pleasure grew. She couldn’t stomach any more of Damien’s tongue and was close to collapsing.

Damien’s hair tickled Eloise’s inner thighs with every move he made.

Her cheeks were flushed as she thought of how close Damien’s face was to her intimate area.

When Damien’s fingers dug into her thigh once more, Eloise could not hold on for a second longer. Her body relaxed, feeling lighter as she reached her climax.

Eloise’s eyes widened, realising that Damien had not moved away after she had finished. Instead, he kept his mouth on her warmth, savouring all that she offered him.

Eloise didn’t know if this was normal, but seeing how he didn’t move away stirred something inside of her. Eloise wanted more.

Damien slowly rose from between Eloise’s legs. His thumb wiped away what lingered on his lips before placing it in his mouth. He smiled, smitten by her messy appearance. This was merely the beginning, yet Eloise appeared as if she couldn’t take much more.

Eloise couldn’t believe the sight before her. It was all sensual to her.

"You’ve claimed your reward," Eloise softly spoke, starting to feel embarrassed. It all came crashing down on her.

They were married, but still, Damien had become quite familiar with her body. His gaze was different from the maids.

Eloise turned her head to the right, but soon faced Damien when his grip on her thighs became stronger. "What are you doing?"

"We didn’t say it would only be once. I am not yet satisfied," Damien said, eager to finish what he started. "Who knows when I might be rewarded again. I must thoroughly enjoy this."

Just by looking at Eloise, Damien could tell that she, too, wasn’t satisfied.

"I would be an awful husband if I did not give you the full experience," Damien said, keeping a hold of Eloise. He loosened his grip so he wouldn’t bruise her soft flesh.

So far, Eloise had only tried to get out of his arms just once. Most likely because she needed a break.

Eloise sat up, which in turn caused her dress to trickle down to her waist.

Eloise looked down and started to reach for the dress to pull it back up, but stopped before she could. Considering where Damien’s face was seated not long ago, there was nothing left to hide.

Eloise’s gaze went to the bulge in Damien’s trousers. She thought her eyes were deceiving her at first, that the bulge looked to be bigger. "Is it uncomfortable?" She asked, meeting Damien’s eyes.

From the start until now, it has been like this.

"I am fine-"

"You have been telling me that you are fine all day, and now I am tired of hearing it. You mustn’t repeat those three words until we return to the estate. Now, can I help you, or will you need to leave to help yourself?" Eloise asked, challenging Damien with her gaze.

Damien stared at Eloise, surprised she acted so boldly. So daring.

"Do you have the faintest idea what you would need to do to help me?" Damien asked, testing how much Eloise knew.

"My hand?" The response was laced with innocence.

Eloise looked at Damien, waiting for him to guide her. She was willing to learn as long as Damien was patient and open to guiding her.

Damien reached out to Eloise’s face, palming it. "And what of your mouth? Don’t be so quick to offer without asking what it entails."

Eloise leaned her head against Damien’s palm. "But it is you. Whatever it entails won’t hurt me. If it could, you wouldn’t allow it. If I must use my mouth, then so be it," she said, surprising herself with the response. "Should I not ensure you enjoy this reward to the very end? It looks painful from this end."

Damien’s hand remained on Eloise’s cheek. He moved his thumb against her lips.

This very moment had once come to his mind at a time when he had been alone and lusting over Eloise. He would be a fool not to push his luck now.

"Are you going to kill my confidence, Damien?" Elosie inquired, still waiting for the answer.

"No," Damien replied, moving his hands away from her face. "Come here," he said, offering his hand to help Eloise off the bed.

"Why can’t I do it on the bed?" Eloise inquired, confused as to why she was getting off the bed.

"It will be more comfortable for you, and I want to watch you," Damien said, guiding Eloise to sit between his legs.

Eloise looked up at Damien, waiting for his next move.

Damien stood up and started to yank his trousers down, freeing himself. His member sprang free. It had been a bit painful gazing at Eloise and listening to all the sounds she made while trapped in his trousers.

Damien sat back down.

Eloise’s stare now was the reason he wanted her to sit before him. He didn’t want to miss every expression Eloise wore now throughout this new experience.

Damien noticed that Eloise wasn’t too surprised, nor did she look nervous about having to pleasure him. Instead, Eloise looked intrigued. Eager to learn how to make him feel good.

It was torture, but Damien didn’t say a word, allowing Eloise to get familiar with his length. After all, she was the one who caused it. She should see clearly what she started.

The tiny action of Eloise’s tongue poking out between her slightly parted lips, wanting them as it went along, seduced Damien even more.

"Hold me here," Damien instructed Eloise, reaching for her hand to guide her.