Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view

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Encouraged by my internal pep talk, I moved to wash his front.

Duke observed me intently as my hands made small circles over his perfectly toned abs, moving lower with each rotation.

I remembered him arching over me, and those same muscles rippling as he was thrusting inside me. It was glorious and scandalous at the same time, just like everything else about last night.

He jolted when I grabbed his erection.

"You said that I should wash you well, right?", I asked as my foamy palm caressed his scrotum, and Duke responded with a nod.

I could see that he was holding his breath and I smirked as I went down on my knees.

Duke released a barely audible hiss as I took him into my mouth.

Was that huge thing inside me last night?

A few more racy images popped into my mind, and I felt myself blushing despite the fact that I was going down on him.

I traced every curve of his shaft with my tongue, the velvety texture was unique, and I couldn't get enough of it. And he tasted amazing.

Duke rewarded me with grunts and ragged breathing, and I could see him grabbing the built-in shelf for support. I enjoyed the fact that I can make him lose himself.

I observed his blissful expression as I sucked him diligently, and his unfocused scorching gaze directed at me turned me on more than anything.

Last night set a very high bar for experiencing pleasure. I didn't know that one can have so many orgasms and maintain sanity.

I could feel him throb and grow larger in my mouth, and I gave his balls a squeeze.

Duke cursed under his breath and grabbed a handful of my hair, urging me to take more of him.

I opened up to him and let him thrust into my mouth, reaching deep into my throat at the pace he needs.

Duke groaned and his body shook as he shot his hot seed into the back of my mouth. Delicious.

I sucked and licked his every shiver, making sure I don't miss a thing.

"All clean!", I exclaimed cheekily, and he gave me a lopsided smile while pulling me up to stand.

Duke ran his hot palms over my back and kissed my cheek before murmuring close to my ear, "My turn…"

Duke twisted my hair and let it fall to my front over the shoulder.

My cheek was plastered against his chest as he applied shower gel on my back in slow deliberate movements.

I took in a deep breath, savoring the scent of pine trees mixed with the ocean and I couldn't believe that with all this steam and flowery scent of shower gel, I could still identify the scent of Duke.

I have no idea if it lasted a few seconds or a few minutes, but Duke pushed me to move until my back touched the cold tiles of the wall.

He hummed happily while applying another dose of shower gel on his palms and he started moving his hands over my shoulders and down my collar bones in circular movements.

He gave extra care to my breasts, and his scorching gaze full of worship and lust reminded me of last night.

My nipples were hard and throbbing in need to be handled much harsher than the gentle massage he was providing.

"Ah…", a moan escaped my lips as I leaned on the wall completely for support.

His hands moved over my body expertly, igniting me to the point where the hot shower felt like it's chilly.

"You are perfect, Serina…", he murmured against my lips. "And you are mine."

I smiled into the kiss, and I gasped when his hand ventured to the cradle of my thighs.

"I want to taste you.", Duke said and got on his knees.

He grabbed my left leg just below my knee and hooked it over his shoulder.

I saw him staring at me down there as the tips of his fingers spread my folds, his head inching toward me slowly until he buried his face between my legs and started licking and sucking.

Mother of Gods!

My whole body shook.

I was struggling to keep standing while losing myself in the pleasure Duke provided.

At some point, Duke grabbed my buttocks, giving me additional support and I stared at the ceiling blankly as he pushed me closer to the climax with every move he made.

I was almost there, and then he stopped. What the...?

Duke stood up. "Turn around."

My mind was hazy as I obeyed his command.

Duke pulled me away from the wall. "Hold onto the shelf."

I paused. It was too far away. I wanted to move closer to the shelf, but Duke's hot palm landed on my abdomen, preventing me from moving forward.

"Bend.", he said, and his other hand pressed at the top of my back.

As I reached for the shelf, Duke's hand moved to my left knee and he lifted my leg sideways.

I felt the pressure at my entrance, and I looked down there just in time to see him enter me.

"Ahh…", I gasped when he started thrusting in powerful movements that left me breathless.

I kept staring at the sight of him disappearing while my body accepted every glorious inch of him, as I felt my insides stretching. I couldn't look away.

I have no idea at what point I started moving with Duke, the mind-numbing friction made me forget myself completely as it turned into familiar sparks, and I moaned his name wantonly while chasing my release.

I was lost in the madness, absolute madness of disregarding decency and shame in order to seek this addictive pleasure.

And there it was, shooting through my body and wrecking my insides as my whole world broke apart and came back together with each ecstatic wave that crashed on me.

Duke's movements became strenuous, and the last few thrusts were jerky while he throbbed inside me.

Duke pulled out and I saw white liquid dripping from my core. His seed.

A fleeting thought flashed in my mind, how one day I will need to tell him that I can't get pregnant, but he held me to stand, and he kissed me deeply under the shower, dispelling all the negativity away.

It was just the two of us, hugging and kissing and enjoying the buzz our lovemaking brought us. It was wonderful and I wished that we can stay like that forever.

I was too lazy to dry my hair or to do any routine, so I put a bathrobe on and wrapped my hair in the towel.

I saw Duke running his fingers through his hair as that white towel hung dangerously low on his hips. He was super handsome. And he was mine.

"Don't you want to dress up so we can have breakfast?", Duke asked when he realized that I have no intention of getting any clothes.

"I want to cuddle with you a bit.", I admitted my thoughts.

Duke licked his lips. "Alright. But I don't know if I can stop at cuddling."

I looked at him incredulously and he chuckled while pulling me in his embrace.

"Serina, your man has a big appetite, and I waited for more than a decade for this delicacy to mature."

My cheeks heated and I lowered my head. He said that he is my man and he called me a delicacy, like I'm something for him to devour and… I liked it.

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