The Archduke's Songbird-Chapter 108: Never Ending Palpitations

Jessamyn reveled in the shock dancing across Jerrick’s face. As the one who had always been teased by him, she didn’t want to let this chance slip away.

Slowly, she slid her hand beneath her skirt, her other hand caressing her throat and cheeks, fingers trailing sensuously over her parted lips. Her chest rose and fell with each moan that escaped her mouth, filling the carriage with a stimulating, electrifying tension.

She was not actually touching herself, she only feigned to.

The air inside the carriage grew warmer, almost stifling, as Jerrick struggled to catch his breath. Her soft, enticing moans sent a rush of heat to his lower abdomen, making it nearly impossible to maintain his composure.

Desperately, he covered his crotch with his coat, crossing his legs tightly. Leaning back against the wall of the carriage, he closed his eyes, trying to find some relief from the exquisite torment she was inflicting on him.

Jessamyn saw perspiration appearing on his face and smirked. Her plan had worked. He must be regretting his decision to allow another man to please his beloved Imogen.

She upped her game, shaking and huffing. Leaning back and closing her eyes, she continued her sensual display, showcasing a provocative pelvic massage. As the carriage jolted and swayed along the uneven road, her movements became even more tantalizing.

The confined space magnified every sigh and moan, the sound of her heavy breathing mingling with the rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels.

Jerrick’s resolve weakened with each passing second, his desire mounting unbearably. Unable to withstand the torment any longer, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He gripped the edge of the carriage, knuckles white, as he fought to maintain control.

Jessamyn’s eyes fluttered open, catching a glimpse of Jerrick’s flushed face and labored breathing. The sight of his struggle fueled her further.

Closing her eyes, she arched her back, letting out a long, sultry moan, her hands roaming her body with increasing fervor.

Suddenly, darkness enveloped her vision. With a startled yelp, Jessamyn’s eyes flew open, only to find Jerrick’s face mere inches from hers, his breath hot and ragged. His flushed cheeks and overwhelming masculine scent made her heart pound wildly.

She instinctively leaned back, but his strong arm encircled her neck, halting her retreat. His chest pressed her other hand to her chest rendering it unusable.

At the same time, his large, warm hand slid under her skirt, enveloping her hand. The intensity of his touch sent shivers down her spine, the air thick with desire and anticipation.

Sinking his knee onto the cushion beside her thigh, Jerrick pushed her back against the carriage’s plush backrest. Jessamyn held her breath as his cheek pressed against hers, his warm breath falling on her neck. He was piping hot. She was trapped between his strong shoulders and the soft cushions of the backrest.

Her heart pounded as his lips grazed her cheek, sending a jolt of lightning through her. Slowly, the warmth of his breath traveled to her earlobe, making her shiver with anticipation.

She almost moaned—this time for real. She held her breath again.

"I don’t smell your scent yet," he hissed in her ears. His voice sounded lazy and yet it reverberated making her heart pound.

My what?

She didn’t anticipate this turn of events. Wasn’t she teasing him just moments ago? What happened after that? How did she end up in his intoxicating embrace?

"Hmm..." he let out a deep breath nobbling on her earlobe.

She shivered as his hand guided hers deeper under her skirt with a passionate ferocity. Before she could pull away, her fingers were pressed against her sensitive nub.

She gasped, holding her breath, but he didn’t stop. He guided her fingers along her womanhood, teasing her sensitive skin.

"Jer~" she began, but he silenced her with a shushing sound, his lips grazing her earlobe as his fingers continued their relentless exploration.

"Ugh!" Jessamyn yelped and threw her head back as his finger guided hers into her.

It all happened so fast that Jessamyn couldn’t process it yet. She wasn’t even struggling to get out of his hold as her finger sank deeper.

Stiff with shock, she didn’t resist, not out of fear or repulsion, but stunned by the sudden turn of events.

Peppering kisses on her cheek, he let out a deep, exasperated sigh. "I tried to be gentlemanly...I wanted to...." Another sigh escaped him as he guided her finger.

Whaaaaat?

"Jerrick!" she pushed him back, coming out of her shock.

He stopped thrusting her finger in, his lips curving into a smirk as his hair fell lazily on his forehead. The redness on his face had dissipated, replaced by the usual conceited playfulness she was accustomed to.

Jessamyn knew. He had gained the upper hand, and now it was her turn to be teased.

Her brain worked overtime, coming to the conclusion that this was her doing. In her attempt to tease him, she had inadvertently provoked him, leading to this moment.

She tried to get her hand that was inside her skirt out of his hold but he grabbed her wrist with a teasing smile.

"Uh!" his bony fingers tightened around her slender wrist. "Why don’t we continue...?"

Jessamyn shook her head balling her hand to fists. She refused to let it continue. It was too dangerous.

He chuckled, his voice deep and mesmerizing. "How charming!"

He pulled her hand from under the skirt. Jessamyn struggled to get her hand back but he pulled her hand closer to his face.

"Ah... your scent..." he sniffed her finger wet with the love fluids. His sharp eyes then landed on her and she gulped. "Now, it smells like you..." he said.

Jessamyn chuckled awkwardly. "My fault..." she tried to get her hand back, but he still wasn’t letting go.

Meeting her eyes, his countenance turned gentle and even his hold on her hand turned tender. Yet, the pounding of her heart didn’t stop.

Jerrick held her hand gently and pressed it on his cheek. He pressed his thumb on her palm and gently traced it to her middle finger. Closing his eyes, he guided her finger to his lips.

Jessamyn protested but in vain.

He opened his eyes, his gaze steadily on her. Jessamyn’s pounding heart couldn’t take his gaze any longer and she turned her face.

Not for longer. A wetness spread on her finger and she looked at him to see him sucking on her finger.

"Delicious," he uttered, his voice causing spasms in her lower abdomen.

When will this end?

Jessamyn wanted to cry.