The Duke's Masked Wife 2: The Prince's Outcast Bride-Chapter 114: Closer (4)

Warning! Mature content.

Penelope didn’t shy away as Tyrion came to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck when he stopped above her.

"I know you are trying hard not to stare," Penelope said.

Tyrion looked down at her breast. "I was admiring your beauty. I am not the shy one here, Penelope. You need to be careful what you say tonight since I will have you eat your words."

Tyrion parted her legs to make room for him and placed his hands under her thighs to pull Penelope back to him.

Penelope yelped, followed by laughter since his touch tickled her. She covered her mouth with her hand to hide her laughter.

Penelope’s laughter soon ceased when Tyrion bit her.

His hand roaming the side of her body had her words caught in her throat.

Penelope had not forgotten how it felt for Tyrion to touch her, but his touch now was far better than her memory.

His hands explored her body as though he intended to make a map of it later or sculpt her.

Tyrion caressed her body, squeezing her leg momentarily before moving on.

Tyrion leaned down, using only his left hand to keep his weight off of Penelope as he kissed the valley between her breasts.

Penelope no longer tried to cover herself from Tyrion, but he knew that it was on her mind as he felt her arm move.

Tyrion continued to leave kisses on her skin as his right hand ventured closer between her legs.

Penelope’s hand still covered her mouth, but it didn’t help to muffle the sounds she made.

Penelope touched Tyrion’s arm, not to stop him, but because she wanted to hold onto him as he did to her.

Penelope tensed up for a moment when she felt his slick tongue circling her nipple. She attempted to move her right foot, but once again, Tyrion was nestled between her legs.

Tyrion took the moment Penelope was distracted to slip his hands between her thighs at the warmth there.

Penelope writhed beneath him, but she did not show any displeasure in what he had done.

Tyrion gently stroked her before probing one finger to test the waters.

Tyrion kept his gaze on Penelope to know when she was uncomfortable or in pain.

She grimaced when his finger entered her, so he pulled away.

"Remember, it will hurt at first, but this should make it easier for me. Do you trust me?" Tyrion asked, followed by a kiss.

Penelope nodded her head and said, "I do trust you."

This was the part Penelope was mostly preparing herself for all day. She was worried about how much it would hurt to have him inside of her.

His finger alone was an uncomfortable, or rather an unusual start, so how was she to endure what she couldn’t fully fit in her mouth?

Penelope was worried about the pain, but she still wanted Tyriom to continue. She trusted that he would make this as painless for her as he could.

Tyrion inserted his finger again and watched as Penelope winced again. She held his arms tight, but after staying still for a moment, she seemed to relax.

Tyrion moved his finger at a slow pace, careful not to overdo it. Penelope didn’t let out sounds filled with pain, but her expression was filled with discomfort.

He decided to test the waters even more by adding another finger just before he penetrated her again. He paid close attention to her face and then the way her chest rose and fell.

Penelope still found it to be a strange feeling.

"Wait," Penelope said in a desperate plea for him to give her a moment.

It had slowly changed from something she didn’t want to endure again to something which built up a good feeling inside of her.

Tyrion didn’t stop this time since Penelope needed to go along with it instead of trying to fight what she was feeling. He knew she was close to finally having what she was yearning for.

Just a little bit more, and she would be ready.

Tyrion kissed Penelope’s cheek and whispered encouraging words to help her relax, since her body was tense

Her nails sank into his arm at the same time that he felt her body relax, and his fingers were coated with evidence of her pleasure.

"After all that you did, you still hide," Tyrion said, finding it cute how she covered her face. "I have a wonderful memory, Penelope. I will not forget anything that I have witnessed tonight, but should these memories fade, I will repeat this night over and over again."

Penelope hid her face as the frustration she felt earlier in the day when she read the book gifted to her went away.

Penelope soon moved her hands from her face so she could see what Tyrion was doing. She propped herself up and witnessed Tyrion stroking himself.

Tyrion’s hands were bigger than Penelope’s, yet his length still did not look small in her eyes.

"W-Wait," Penelope stammered, placing her hand on Tyrion’s chest when he held her legs."I am not as strong as you are."

Tyrion raised his brow, puzzled by the mention of this now. "I don’t need you to be. Do you think I would hit you?" He asked, hoping it wasn’t so.

In the palace, Tyrion had heard conversations said as they were jokes about beatings during the first time couples shared a bed. It was only fair that he surprised them with a beating since they enjoyed it so much.

Penelope panicked, fearing she had ruined the mood. "No," she said, sitting up. "I meant," she looked down at him.

Tyrion followed her gaze and realised her concerns. "I will be gentle," he promised. "Though I have heard you would later enjoy that it is like this."

"Who has told you?" Penelope asked.

Tyrion looked away so he wouldn’t have to reveal that her brother was on the verge of becoming a rake. Most of his talks concerning women were with Elijah, and it was something he didn’t want to share with either sibling.

"All that matters is that it wasn’t a woman who told me. They told someone else. You will be fine," Tyrion said, certain she would survive.

Penelope made a guess of who the person was, but she didn’t want to speak of him at that moment.

She watched Tyrion continue to stroke himself for whatever reason before he came toward her again.

"This will hurt," Tyrion warned Penelope. He placed her hands on his shoulder. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Tyrion wouldn’t mind if she sank her pretty nails into his skin.