My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 145: Past and Present Collide

Chapter 145: Past and Present Collide

The duke could only pull Leonor closer when their lips met.

One hand went to the back of her head while the other held onto her waist and directed her so she was sitting on his outstretched legs. Her legs went over his right leg as she settled into his lap.

Each time a kiss was broken, one began again. They fell into old habits of not getting enough of the other person.

Leonor knew he must be able to feel her heart as it pounded away and tried to join his in his chest. It made her feel dizzy to enjoy a kiss with someone to such an extent.

More, more, more, her body cried to her and she responded by holding him tighter and kissing him more fervently even if it made her breathless.

She was the one who started the kiss, but it was Desmond who took the lead just as before. All pretenses of nervousness dissipated and he remembered how passionate she made him feel.

He thought he had matured, but he was aware of every inch of her body that made contact with his. He felt on fire though it wasn’t a fire he wanted to shy away from.

Since she wore riding clothing and only half a chemise under her shirt, Desmond was aware of her soft breasts pressing into his chest, and the desire to explore her body in ways he never had before returned to him in a fury.

He was reminded of the nights he spent alone after the passionate kisses he shared with Leonor when they were younger. He hadn’t battled with temptation until they kissed for the first time then he had to sleep in a room full of other orphans while he tossed and turned thinking about the things she elicited in him.

However, the tables had turned and they were husband and wife. It was natural for him to desire her because, even though they didn’t get married for love, it had developed into that and the natural next step was physical intimacy.

Terrifying and dizzying physical intimacy.

His attention went to the feeling of her in his hands, so palpable and trusting of him. The thought caused him to hold her a bit more tightly and press her a little bit closer.

He sat up straighter as they kissed and his tongue dared to slip in between her lips and taste the sweet mouth he remembered from years before.

She was entirely overwhelmed. There was an itchy feeling where their chests pressed together and one of her hands on his back made it to his neck so she could hold him as tightly as he was holding her.

The urge to get their bodies even closer and open her legs so she could settle on top of him further struck her and she broke the kiss, their foreheads pressing together as she accepted the door she had just opened for them.

Even though it was her who started it, Desmond knew how to awaken her body. It became her who was terrified of him.

Leonor pulled her forehead from his and she lifted her hand, two fingers going to his lips as she gazed at him.

"I feel like a teenager again," she whispered.

His body was on fire but he was trying to rein it in so he wouldn’t scare her. He could tell she was overwhelmed. However, he didn’t want to take his hands off of her so he settled with keeping his hands on her lower back as she made herself comfortable on his lap.

"I know what you mean," he responded.

He prayed to the heavens, begging a higher power to make it so she wouldn’t notice how she had physically affected him. In the meantime, he would try to think of anything except for the desirable woman he held onto.

She leaned into him and rested her cheek against his chest, resting her forehead against his neck.

There became a comfortable silence as the two contemplated what they had just done.

"This feeling of wanting more..." she trailed off. "I’m sorry if I pushed you too hard."

"You didn’t," he assured her. "I longed for carefree days like this for years. I’ve wanted you since I met you. It hasn’t waned as I’ve gotten older. I truly have no self control when it comes to you."

Leonor smiled and Desmond felt it against his chest. He couldn’t imagine what was in her mind until he heard her say, "Don’t tempt me. I’m not the same timid girl I once was. In the years we were apart I realized I have a competitive nature."

"Then why won’t you meet my eyes after we’ve kissed like that?" he asked. "Your expressive face is very much the same."

Since he was doubting her, Leonor turned her head.

"I don’t have to look at you to do this," she muttered. "I’m no longer bound by the limits of being unmarried to you or under the thumb of my father."

To his shock, he felt her lips on the exposed part of his neck and chest above the strings of the tunic that were loosely tied.

He was petrified for a moment as he pressed the back of his head against the tree and shut his eyes. His jaw was clenched and he knew she wasn’t helping him contain himself.

Considering his physical reaction to her only became stronger, he moved suddenly, holding her by her waist and propelling his legs forward so he could lay her in the soft grass and kiss her again.

They were no longer in the shade of the tree and he could see her blushing face even more clearly when he pulled away. It only made him want to kiss her more and he kissed her jaw then her neck.

To both of their surprise, she involuntarily let out a quiet moan, a noise completely unfamiliar to her as a sensation she never felt before ripped through her core and enlightened her to a new side of herself she had only just met.

It was her turn to experience temptation.

Something she had been taught was the worst thing she could ever succumb to was in her face at that moment. To decide whether or not she wanted to face it was something else entirely.

Again, she found herself divided in purity and another in divulging herself in her curiosities.