My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 154: Vulnerable (R18)

Chapter 154: Vulnerable (R18)

Desmond dreamed of permission to go forward for years. Their once innocent kisses turned heated along the way yet they were stuck in the confines of purity, not knowing what the future truly held for them.

Considering they were caught by her father before and then Desmond was sent far away, he knew it had been wise not to push her for more. Even if his body begged him to go beyond what they were allowed, he managed to contain himself.

Yet there they sat together, practically intertwined, without the bounds of anything except for nervousness. She was his wife and she was asking for more.

However, the innocence of her reaction and being led entirely by feelings was endearing to him. He wanted to cherish her and be careful with her.

As they kissed, her breasts brushed against his calloused hands and he could feel her once soft peaks harden. Curiosity got the best of him and he cupped the supple mounds in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.

Leonor gasped into his mouth and she nearly bit his lip.

She felt itchy and electric. As they kissed, her body moved against his hands and a sensation struck her core. She didn’t know her breasts could feel like that.

Even in the books she read that dipped into the sensual, she didn’t believe them when the authors said someone paying attention to a woman’s breasts could feel so amazing. Their purpose was to feed possible future children. She didn’t realize there was more to hers than that.

Her reaction was entirely hers and so unbelievably authentic. Desmond had to break away and watch her blushing face as she learned about her body alongside him.

Just as it was for her, it was his first time touching a woman’s breasts and seeing how they could be used as an entryway to so much more.

"May I see them?" Desmond asked, feeling breathless.

It was too much for him already but he still managed to ask for more.

Wordlessly, Leonor slipped her already loose nightgown off of her shoulders. Desmond watched as the silky material cascaded down her body but it stopped at her ample chest.

Corsets made her breasts so flat. It was no wonder she preferred to be without a corset because they were quite ample as each curve was revealed to the young duke.

The neckline was caught on her hardened nipples and they were the only obstacle in pulling the gown off the rest of the way.

Desmond looked into Leonor’s eyes and she was nervous but she did not indicate wanting him to stop. He slowly pressed on until the entirety of her breasts were presented to him and the nightgown was around her waist.

Her breasts were pale white but her hardened peaks were the color of her shoulders when she was out in the sun for a long time. He suspected every inch of her was beautiful and it turned out his hunch was correct.

Just as before, he cupped her soft breasts and brushed his thumbs across the tips.

Her response was even stronger than before and she squeezed her eyes shut as she shuttered. It was a feeling she wanted to explore further but the way it rendered her practically useless terrified her. She felt like she couldn’t think about anything except what his fingers were doing to her.

Leonor felt so bare. She didn’t want to be the only one in that position.

"Please remove your shirt so I feel less vulnerable," she requested. "I don’t want to be the only one like this."

Desmond was immediately brought back to reality and his green eye stared at Leonor in objection. He wanted to think of a way to get out of it. She was so beautiful while he wasn’t. He pictured revealing his body killing the mood building at that moment.

However, he soon realized his unwillingness to make himself more vulnerable was what would ruin the evening. She had already seen his body even if it was when he was injured and asleep.

"If that’s what you would like," he finally responded, though he had to force himself to say those words.

He had to unclasp the robe and remove his hood which he already hated. He was even slower to remove the shirt and reveal his marred body for the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life.

Just as he did to her, Leonor’s eyes drifted down over his body once the nightshirt was discarded on the couch next to him.

Unable to resist, her hands went to his stomach and she felt his abdomen tighten up in resistance over the feeling of her touch. Her hands slid upwards, appreciating each valley of his muscles. It was a body that had been through so much yet still managed to survive. She was ever impressed by the man so taken with her.

He was truly half-scarred and it went diagonally down his body starting from the left and sloping right. His right side was always so much more damaged than his left. How he was harmed was so much more clear now that she could see him further.

The fact that he didn’t find himself worthy because of his appearance sent daggers into Leonor’s heart. He deserved her worshipping. If he continued to let her see him, she would continue to show him just how important he was.

When she was satisfied with her exploration of his body and when her hands reached his shoulders, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her full breasts into his muscular chest and their kissing resumed.

She felt internally and externally satisfied. They were trusting each other more. So much progress had been made.

As she made herself more comfortable on his lap, she was shocked when she felt something pressing against her. She gasped when her movements caused it to twitch underneath the flexible confines of the sleeping pants Desmond was wearing.

She gasped and looked down. Desmond looked mortified and placed her down on the couch. He had every intention to escape to her bathroom and calm himself down.