The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 36.2

“Excuse me, I’ll go away for a minute,” Judith took Derrick’s hand and, smiling, walked deeper into the garden.

The couple retreated to a fence shrouded in flowers and greenery, near which they could not be heard or seen by others.

– What are you doing?

Derrick bowed his head, leaning against the fence. His black hair and red roses, surrounded by vines, harmoniously combined like a masterpiece.

“Shouldn’t I have shown up?” Derrick touched Judith’s waist and pulled her towards him.

The dissatisfied look immediately evaporated, submitting to her husband and being replaced by an innocent, surprised face. Judith had been preparing for the tea party all these days, which is why she refused to be intimate with Derrick. Although the sex was pleasant, the girl was physically too tired, waking up in bed the next day, unable to move.

In preparation for the meeting, the girl practically did not sleep, so if Derrick had sex with her, Judith would definitely faint again. The Duchess, of course, explained the situation to her husband, and he agreed to the terms.

But Judith did not even imagine that he would reveal dissatisfaction in this way.

“He said that you understand everything, and now…” Judith grumbled, realizing that Derrick was very impatient, and then suddenly screamed when he unexpectedly touched his buttocks.

The demon rubbed his nose against her neck, but the girl tried to move away:

“Let’s continue when the guests leave…” but Derrick did not stop the caresses. A sweet moan escaped the lips when sharp teeth touched the skin, and then a smooth tongue passed over the sore spot.

He sucked, then nibbled and licked the same place until he was completely sated and pulled away:

“Beautiful,” he said, looking at the purple-red mark on his neck.

Judith, realizing that there was now a large kiss mark on her neck, immediately recoiled when she saw Derrick laughing. Embarrassedly, she looked around and realized that she could not hide anything: her hair was gathered, and the dress only reached her shoulders, having a good neckline in the décolleté. Derrick grinned when he saw his wife’s angry look.

– Do you want to cover your tracks? – thin whisper more like a snake tempter.

Derrick again pressed his lips to the girl, who willingly returned the kiss, despite all her displeasure. Judith still didn’t understand why she was behaving this way, but her body simply defied the rules of logic.

The Duchess tried to push Derrick against his chest, but his large back and arms resisted the pressure, squeezing her tightly in his arms. The demon’s breath burned his lips, and his tongue explored everything inside the mouth, passing over even teeth. He deliberately ignited in Judith a vivid desire that she could no longer control.

The arms wrapped around Judith’s back were also slowly moving as they reached her head. The pink brooch fell to the floor with a crash, loosening her hair and hiding the mark on her neck. But now the Duchess didn’t care at all.

“No need…” Judith said through a groan, trying to control her lust and desire.

“It’s not nice,” Derrick said into the void, as if ignoring the girl. He licked Judith’s lips, running his tongue along her cheek and moving to her eyes. The demon completely smeared all the makeup on his wife’s face. Pulling back, Derrick noted:

– It’s more beautiful this way.