The Seductive Duke’s brother 2

“Ahmmmm…” Nia could only moan in response, her body still on edge with the after math of her orgasm. She wanted to say something, to tell him hw incredible he made this body feel, her new body, but her mind was in a haze with pleasure to even form words.

All she could do was lie there, panting softly as he continued to feast on her. And then, just when she thought she might lose her mind from the endless teasing, he finally stopped, and pulled her into a warm embrace, engulfing her whole body completely in his with a satisfied smirk.

“Not yet, love,” he said, his voice still showed he wanted more. “We’re not done yet, it’s your turn.” Her hands moved swiftly as he guided her hands towards his cock, the heat of his body radiated underneath the bedcovers. His eyes never left her, his eyes held hers in an intense gaze, as if he wanted to get lost in them.

With a deep breath, she wrapped her hands around this thick shaft, almost gasping at his hardened length. It should feel strange, but this body—it knew what to do-how to it. She began to stroke him, with slow and deliberate movements, enjoying the feeling of him in her hands.

His hips bucked slightly into her grasp, silently begging for more, and she knew—she obeyed and quickened her pace, her thumb circled over the tip of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there.

“That’s it love,” his breath grew heavier, ragged gasps escaped his lips as he watched her with undivided attention. She soon enclosed his lips with hers, in a sloppy kiss, their tongues delved into each other’s mouth, sucking gently.

He drew in her lower lips desperately, and she continued to stroke him, enjoying every inch of his thick, cock that throbbed desperately with need, tracing lines along his shaft with her fingertips, teasing him mercilessly-like he did with her.

“Fuck, Rosetta…” he let out a moan, his hands gripped the sheet tightly as she brought him closer to the edge.

“More,” he said in a gruff voice, “I need more, Rosetta.”

The way her name—that name that wasn’t even hers rolled off his tongue just intoxicated her even more…her hand moved faster now, her grip tightened around him. She could feel the pulse in his cock, while her own body ached with need, her nipples already hardening, and her pussy throbbed.

She wanted him, needed him, to fill her completely. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back so he could capture her lips in a kiss again, hot and urgent as his hips bucked into her hand.

Soon his body reached the brink, and his release came swiftly, Nia felt the warmth of his cum spurting into her hand, painting her fingers in sticky white as he emptied himself completely.

He collapsed back on the bed, his chest rose and fell. Nia moved to lay beside him, their bodied entwined as they caught their breath. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her protectively, his lips brushed against her forehead in a soft kiss.

“You are everything, Rosetta,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

She smiled, she felt safe, cherished, in his embrace. The world seemed to just go by, and they didn’t care as long as they were in each other’s hands, as they drifted off to sleep, but the moon goddess watched over them with a smile.

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Nia stirred awake, the rays of sunlight penetrated through the window blinds and casted a warm morning glow on their naked bodied, entangled in the sheets. She turned slightly, her movements soft before her gaze beheld the face of the man lying beside her.

His face was peaceful in his sleep, his features sharp yet calm, framed by tousled dark hair. Something about him struck her—a strange, soothing familiarity that made her comfortable.

Then it hit her.

A sharp, splitting pain tore through her head. Nia gasped, clutching her temples as her eyes screwed shut. Images, voices and emotions crashed into her like an unstoppable wave. They weren’t hers, but they were vivid—real

“I never loved Rosetta,” a cold, indifferent voice echoed, and felt the grief in her chest.

“Wh-what is this?” Another voice—Rosetta’s voice—shook as her trembling hands held a document that seemed to shatter her world.

The pain increased, and Nia’s body jerked as more memories surged forward like a non-stop rolling projector with different films.

“If I am deprived the chance to never see you again, then I would cease to exist” A voice full of anguish and longing pierced through her mind, and the attached face came into focus. It was him—the man beside her.

“A pleasure to have you here again, brother.” Another image surfaced, Rosetta standing next to a man—her husband-while the man in bed with her referred to him as brother.

Nia rocked back and forth on the bed, gripping her head as if trying to physically force the memories out. Her breathing was frantic, her chest rose and fell in panic, until finally the torment ceased.

She froze, her hands trembled as she lowered them from her head. Her vision cleared, and the truth settled over her suffocating. She knew everything now. She was Rosetta- and she was murdered.

Her death came rushing back, vivid and wicked. The garden, the roses, the poisoned wine offered under the disguise of an apology. The cold smirk on her husband’s face as he watched her sip from the poisonous glass, leaving her to die alone.

Her gaze shifted involuntarily to the man beside her. Memories of him followed, painfully sweet and gut-wrenching. He had loved Rosetta deeply, more than he realized, if all he could do was sneak around to see her, he took the risk gladly. And when she was gone—murdered by the man he called brother-his grief drove him to end his own life.

A shiver ran through her. This man—his soul had been pure enough to grant her a second chance. As her breathing steadied, another memory surfaced—Selene’s parting words.

“Live for yourself this time, child. The moon’s power will guide you. Under the full moon, you may choose to shift or travel to another world if you can’t get through this. Use this gift wisely.”

Nia inhaled deeply, trying to process everything. she was no longer Nia, but she wasn’t entirely Rosetta either. This life, this body, this love—it was now hers to make it right

“Rosetta?” He murmured his voice rough yet tender. “You’re awake”

She stiffened, the memories of their forbidden loved rushed back. In this world, her husband had turned out to be evil, and would do anything to keep them apart—he wasn’t dumb-he had noticed the tension between them. He knew his brother had always been the one she wanted to marry….

“You shouldn’t be here, Eros” she whispered, almost in a saddened tone “If anyone finds out—“

He placed his hand on her lips to silence her, “I know…” He said, sitting up and brushing his fingers against her cheek

“You shouldn’t have been with him in the first place….” His pitiful eyes bore into hers, Nia could feel something tugging at her heart, but she couldn’t explain what it was—all she knew was that tears struggled to fall from her.

“I….” she opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of heavy footsteps in the hallway made her blood run cold.

“Rosetta,” A deep, cold voice called from the outside the door.

The voice, she recognized it. Her husband, The Duke.

Eros’s eyes widened, and he stepped back quickly , his body tense.

“He can’t find you here,” she whispered urgently. “If he knows…”

The door handle rattled violently, the sound like a gunshot in silence.

“Rosetta, Open the door!” The Duke demanded, his voice dripped with anger, Nia’s heart raced as Eros grabbed her hand, his expression was a mix of fear and determination.

“We can’t keep hiding forever, Rosetta…”

A little gasp escaped her lips, when the door shook violently as the duke hit it repeatedly with his two hands, her gaze moved between the door and Eros’s pleading eyes.

“You have to choose,” he said quietly.

“Do I stay, or do I go?”