I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 332 Duchess of Ethwer - r18

Chapter 332  Duchess of Ethwer - r18

She swallowed hard, her body trembling as his fingers slipped further down, caressing the soft flesh of her upper thigh.

He moved teasingly slow, savoring the way she twitched at his touch. His thumb made circles on her inner thigh, teasing, playing, but never quite giving her what she was waiting for.

"Mhm..." She gasped, louder this time, as he squeezed her thigh possessively.

He tilted his head. "Look at you," he whispered. "Trembling like that. Is that a cause of frustration… or perhaps anticipation?"

Her hands gripped her gown tightly as if she needed something to hold onto. She still refused to answer him, but her body spoke for her.

Julian chuckled, his fingers sliding further between her thighs.

"You can pretend all you like," he murmured. "But your body doesn't lie."

She took another deep breath, but subconsciously her thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand between them.

Julian let out a low chuckle, "So desperate to keep me out," he said as he pushed his hand in just a little further, just enough to make her shiver. "Or… desperate for me to go further?"

Her mouth opened, and for the first time, she looked like she might actually answer him.

Julian smirked.

He wasn't done playing yet.

Julian's fingers slid higher then, and without any warning, he slowly brushed against her pussy. It was a light touch, just enough to make her body jolt.

She stopped breathing.

Her eyes snapped up to meet his, wide and stunned.

He kept his fingers there for just a moment, feeling the heat of her body. Then, just as quickly, he withdrew, dragging his fingers lower, leaving her empty.

"Ahh...." She gasped in disappointment before she could stop it. She instinctively squeezed her thighs, hoping to trap him, but he was already gone.

"Oh," Julian murmured, tilting his head. "Did you want more, Duchess?"

She glared at him in anger, but she refused to answer.

Julian met her fiery gaze and chuckled in amusement. With that he leaned in, his lips meeting her flushed cheek in a soft, almost romantic kiss.

At the same time, his hands remained on her thighs, squeezing just enough to make her aware of his control.

"You are so eager, Duchess," he murmured, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "Your body is begging for more, even when your lips won't say it."

His fingers shifted again, inching dangerously close to her pussy, just where she needed him. "Should I touch you here again?" he whispered, pressing her sensitive skin harder. "Or should I make you beg for it first?"

She glared at him harder, her eyes burning with both desire and defiance.

Julian's smirk deepened. Her resistance only made him harder.

"Oh?" he said in amusement. "You don't like that idea, Duchess?"

He leaned in again, "I think you do," he whispered, "I think you want me to make you beg. You just don't want to admit it."

His fingers moved again, grazing her covered pussy, feeling her wetness through the fabric. He chuckled, his cock twitching at the sensation of her slickness in his fingers.

"You're already wet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "And I have barely touched you."

Her body shuddered slightly as his fingers moved slowly, deliberately teasing her. Her glare sharpened, but it wasn't as strong now.

"Keep looking at me like that, Duchess," he purred. "It only makes me want to ruin you more."

Julian's grip tightened on her thigh, spreading her legs wider. Her body trembled, but she complied.

Her heart pounded rapidly as he leaned in closer and closer, until their lips nearly met. She turned her head away, desperately trying to escape the pull of him, but Julian wasn't having it.

He smiled before pressing harder against her pussy, making her body jolt in pleasure.

"Look at me, Duchess," he murmured seductively.

Lost in the haze of the pleasure, she could not fight it anymore. She turned back toward him, her lips meeting his in a rough, desperate kiss filled with a hunger that neither of them could deny.

His tongue met hers, exploring, and she responded with the same hunger. Her breath came in irregular gasps as he deepened the kiss. His hands moved to her back, pulling her closer to him.

As their kiss deepened, Julian's hands roamed lower, feeling the curve of her ass. "Mmh..." She shivered, unable to hold back the moan that escaped her lips.

He broke the kiss only for a moment, pulling back slightly to meet her embarrassed gaze. "I told you, Duchess," he whispered, "You are mine now. There's no turning back."

With that he leaned back again, leaving trails of hot kisses on the delicate skin of her neck. Her hands reached for his hair, caressing the strands, gripping it just enough to pull him closer.

He smirked, feeling her hesitation slowly melt away.

His teeth grazed her neck, biting it gently. She gasped lightly, and encouraged by her reaction, he bit down harder, just enough to send a sharp jolt through her.

"Mhh…." she moaned freely, no longer hesitating.

"You sound so sweet when you don't fight it," Julain murmured as he licked the spot tenderly. He kissed lower before nipping at her collarbone.

Each of his movements was both sensual and possessive, making her conflicted yet at the same time craving more.

Her hands reached for his neck, pulling him closer, pressing his body harder against him. She could feel the heat of him through his clothes, and the sensation sent another wave of wetness between her thighs.

Julian closed his eyes, feeling her body pressed against his cock. "That's it," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Don't hold back, Duchess."

Her hands roamed over him, tentative at first, but with each passing second, she grew bolder. Her fingers moved over his broad shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath his clothes.

She lingered there for a moment, savoring the heat of his skin, before sliding her hands down to his chest. She roamed there, feeling his steady heartbeat but she could feel the tension hiding beneath it all.

Julian smiled as he leaned down, capturing her lips in another deep kiss. Her tongue moved with his while her fingers continued exploring. They slid further down, feeling the hardened muscles of his abs.

Julian groaned softly, his body reacting to her touch. "You like what you feel?" he said, his voice muffled by the kiss.

She didn't answer, but her hands continued, roaming over his stomach, unable to pull away.

Julian smirked, his own hands moving to her waist, gripping her tightly. "Keep touching me like that," he said, his voice melodious, "and I won't be able to hold myself back."

His words sent a delicious shiver through her, but she didn't stop. Instead, she dragged her nails gently lower his abs, feeling the way his muscles tightened beneath her fingertips.

Julian closed his eyes, his cock throbbing with need as she continued to tease him.

"Careful, Duchess," he warned. "Unless you are ready to deal with what you are awakening."

But she didn't stop.

Instead, she deepened the kiss, tasting him like she wanted to drown him.

Her hands moved down to his hips. She lingered there for a moment before letting her fingers slip even lower.

Julian's breath stopped for a moment as her fingers brushed over the thick bulge in his pants.

"Mmm…" he groaned, his hips jerking slightly at the sensation. But she didn't shy away. She lingered there, teasing his erection, feeling the heat of him even through the fabric.

His cock twitched beneath her touch, and she moaned deep in the kiss. Her fingers pressed stronger, feeling every inch, every shape of his cock.

Julian broke the kiss as he sucked in a heavy breath, trying to maintain himself. His hands tightened on her waist, gripping her like he was fighting the urge to take her right there.

His eyes, dark with lust, locked onto hers. "You know exactly what you are doing," he warned.

She didn't reply, but her fingers curled around his cock through his clothes, applying just enough pressure to make him grit his teeth.

"Fuck," Julian hissed, his control slipping. His cock throbbed in her fingers, aching for more.

"You are playing with fire, Duchess," he said, his hands tightening on her hips, pressing her harder against his cock. "Don't test my patience."

But she wasn't done with her torment. She moved her hand, stroking him slowly, trying her all to shatter his control. But her own control wavered as she felt his thickness in her grasp, the sensation overwhelming her completely.

Julian let out a chuckle. "Oh, you are going to regret that," he said, with a grin.

Then, in an instant, he spun her around, pressing her firmly against the rough surface of the tree.

"Whh..." she gasped in shock. Her heart pounded wildly as she felt his cock poke her from behind. He was hard—so damn hard—and he made sure she felt it.