My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 172: Warming Up (R18)

Chapter 172: Warming Up (R18)

Desmond requested the maids prepare a bath for Leonor in her quarters the second he stepped out of the carriage.

Luckily it was only a few of the workers who came to receive the duke and duchess and bear witness to the strange situation the couple found themselves in. Leonor explained what happened even though it would be fairly obvious considering her hair was wet.

Gideon was a more difficult obstacle to cross before they could escape to privacy. When he heard that Leonor hurt her ankle, he was more insistent on having her see someone for it. It wasn’t until she showed him her bare leg that he believed she took care of it herself.

The mood was strange as the duke and duchess rushed away the moment they could. Most took it for embarrassment because of their state of dress, but a few others had witnessed them growing more affectionate. It was normal for them to be a little bit on edge around one another.

Gideon himself witnessed Leonor embracing the duke when they went to the garden together and sat by a fire. He hadn’t been particularly hawking over them but happened to pass by a window when they shared that affectionate moment.

Even though Desmond was tight-lipped and didn’t tell Gideon that Leonor knew the secret, the butler was fairly certain she had figured it out herself. She was a competent and intelligent duchess after all.

When they made it back to the duchess’ room, they could hear the bath being prepared by maids.

Leonor couldn’t bring herself to spare even a glance at Desmond while she sat on the edge of her bed, anxiously waiting for the maids to go. She was overthinking the words she said in the carriage and wondered what Desmond interpreted them as.

When the maids excused themselves, Leonor stood up from the bed.

If they were to bathe together, she decided there was no reason to hide herself any longer. The blanket she used as a shield loosened as she let go of it and fell off her body. She still wore a chemise but it left little to the imagination.

Desmond did similarly as he tossed the blanket once wrapped around his waist onto the chair towards the fireplace. He then approached Leonor to see if she truly wanted what she said before. He didn’t want to get excited, but he also didn’t want to get disappointed.

The duchess held her ground even when she felt Desmond’s large hands on her waist as he invaded her space. He was overwhelming but nonetheless welcome.

They were communicating silently as they stared at each other.

Desmond took half a step forward and leaned down. Leonor met him halfway by putting her hands on his shoulders and standing on her toes.

Their lips met as they continued what was started before.

The duke’s body felt so hot under her touch. The sensation caused her to have butterflies in her stomach and emotions welled up in her throat. Everything about him was beautiful, including the feelings he elicited from her.

The kisses became more intense and Leonor lowered herself to her heels. Her hands slid downward and to Desmond’s chest, then his hardened stomach. She hesitated, considering continuing that path lower until there was a knock on her door and Beth’s quiet voice could be heard.

"Your grace, would you like me to help you bathe?" she called.

Leonor pulled away from Desmond with her eyes wide and her voice caught in her throat. It took her a moment to respond.

"No, thank you," Leonor said. "I would just like to sit inside and warm up for a while."

Beth departed with a few other polite words, but Leonor hardly realized what they were since her husband had lifted her bridal style and started purposefully stalking forward to the bathroom.

Her arms settled around his neck and she only let go when he lowered her again.

"May I remove this?" Desmond asked breathlessly and his hands went to the material over Leonor’s breasts.

He desired to get to know her forbidden peaks so much better. Since she had been cold after falling into the lake, they beckoned to him and he was only just able to answer their call.

"How else will I take a bath?" she laughed lightly as she responded.

While she was trying to ease the tension she was feeling, Desmond could tell she was nervous.

He had to remind himself that they were there only to bathe but, when he began removing her chemise, she reached for the shorts he wore and freed his manhood from its confines. They were soon both in the same state of dress.

She was embarrassed but her eyes wouldn’t leave it the same way Desmond’s eye wouldn’t leave her breasts.

The duke backed Leonor towards the large tub in her bathroom until her backside was against the marble edge. She had no choice but to sit down and he kneeled in front of her, her knees coming up to his waist.

His hands went to her waist once more and he closed the space between them by pressing his lips against her left breast, tasting what he had been wanting for such a long time.

"Your skin is so cold," he whispered.

His breath against one of her nipples caused her to shiver. She placed her hands on his shoulders to try and stabilize herself.

Desmond hadn’t forgotten just how much she loved her breasts getting attention. Perhaps almost as much as he loved giving them attention.

It wasn’t until he tested her limits by licking her nipple while his finger brushed over the other one that she moaned. Her grip on his shoulders became tighter.

"I am cold," she gasped. "Let’s get into the water."

He backed away only enough for her to escape.

As she climbed into the bath, there was a soft rectangular washcloth she often used. She couldn’t help pulling it into the water with her and placing it over herself. It barely covered her breasts but was long enough to cover the petals between her legs she was becoming terrified of.

That day her womanhood was particularly responsive to Desmond. It was too much for her to handle.

The water was only up to her waist but it became much higher when Desmond climbed in as well.

His hands were on the edge just above both of Leonor’s shoulders and he peered down at her shamelessly. The lights weren’t dim and she saw so much desire in his gaze.

"Don’t hide yourself," he requested.

However, her timidness didn’t stop him from leaning into her and kissing her once more.

Her arms went naturally around his neck and pulled him into her even though she became more terrified as their bodies pressed against each other in their most sensitive of regions. All that was between them was the washcloth she had hidden herself with before.