Page 126 of Claimed By the Beastly Duke

Edwin looked up at her and slowly shook his head. “No, I would rather torture you like this,” he rasped.

He did not take his eyes off her. Instead, he held her gaze as he continued stroking her.

Seeing him watch her so intensely made Ava feel even more desirable. Her head swam. He soon added more pressure, intensifying her pleasure.

A tremor coursed through her from head to toe, and her breathing quickened.

Edwin increased the pace. Ava bucked her hips as she met his finger halfway, determined to reach the crescendo that was now almost within her reach. But he suddenly stopped moving, and she groaned in disappointment.

She was just about to ask what the problem was when he withdrew his finger.

“This might hurt a little,” he whispered.

Then, he pushed in two fingers.

It felt different from having just one finger inside her. Ava felt her walls stretch, but she accommodated him quite easily.

With the tips of his fingers, Edwin caressed that sensitive spot once more. His movements became slow again, and it frustrated her. But it was not long before he withdrew his fingers.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked as he grabbed his cock.

It was engorged and hard, and it throbbed in his hand as though it was aware of the task ahead.

Ava nodded and smiled brightly. Unlike the last time they had attempted it, this time would be different. She just knew it.

He guided his cock to her entrance and rubbed it against her. It tingled, and she squirmed. Then, he stopped.

“Before that, I need to do this,” Edwin said and raised his hand to his mask.

It was when he touched his mask that Ava finally realized what was happening.

She looked on in disbelief as he took off his mask, revealing the scarred half of his face to her for the first time. The skin there was thicker than on the other side and slightly darker.

Her eyes eventually drifted to his, and she noticed that he was looking at her intently, as though gauging her reaction.

“Can I touch it?” she whispered.

Edwin nodded.

Ava sat up and inched closer to him. She slowly touched his face, lightly at first. The skin there was jagged and uneven. However, it matched his persona perfectly. It lent him a rather magnetic allure. It was mysterious and intriguing. She wanted to explore the scars, touch them, and memorize the stories they could tell.

She looked into his anxious eyes. “Your face is perfect,” she murmured.

Edwin heaved a sigh. Ava realized then that he had been holding his breath while he waited for her response.

“It makes you even more mysterious,” she continued as she bravely stroked his face. “I love mysteries.”

He relaxed visibly. “You don’t find it hideous?” he asked.

Ava shook her head. “Not in the slightest.”

She rose on her knees and leaned towards the scarred half of his face, pressing kisses all the way up to his brow.

“I love you, Edwin, and it would take far more than a few scars to change that,” she whispered against his skin.

Edwin cupped her face in his hands and gently pulled her away so he could look her in the eyes. “Thank you, Ava.”

And for the first time, Ava saw the rest of his walls crumble.

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