My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 173: More (R18)

Chapter 173: More (R18)

The only times Leonor ever feared Desmond were when he was wielding a sword and when he was acting upon her with pure desire.

In those moments she realized how much of a man he was. A terrifying man who had such a hold on her she felt she could do nothing as she was subjected to his touch.

That wasn’t to say she didn’t want what he was doing to her, but she didn’t know how to handle being wanted so badly. He looked at her as if she were the most prized possession. Only then did she feel accepting of being a man’s possession.

When they were in such passionate embraces with one another, Desmond became something instinctual as he found which buttons she liked pressed. She felt like a puzzle to be solved and he seemed to get just as much from it as she did.

She was too terrified for her own exploration of him. His exploration of her seemed to be enough considering the hard length pressed firmly between her legs that seemed to move on its own as he kissed her and slid his tongue into her mouth.

The most surprising thing to her was the pleasure that formed as his body slid against hers. The sensation was heightened as the towel between them built friction. All she could do was grip him tightly. Her body told her not to let him get away or the sensation would end.

Desmond wasn’t expecting Leonor’s response to their bodies so close to one another. One of her legs went over the edge of the tub while the other wrapped around his backside and kept him close.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" he broke the kiss to whisper against her parted lips. "I am."

She squeezed her sapphire eyes shut and nodded.

"Please keep going," she begged. "I feel like I’m about to go mad."

His approach became different as she finally spoke her desire rather than simply reacting and allowing him to do as he pleased. One of his arms slid underneath her back and his free hand gripped her hip as he continued the onslaught of his body against hers.

The warm water added to the sensation and he was relieved to feel Leonor’s body heat up as he held her in his arms. It seemed both of them would avoid catching a cold considering fire lived inside of them and communicated through each bit of contact between their skin.

"I don’t know..." Leonor uttered and shook her head in disbelief at the new sensations she felt.

Desmond’s lips were pressed against the top of her head as he bit back moans threatening to escape while the feelings building started to overwhelm him and he lost grip on reality. His world became only Leonor and the way she held him so tightly.

"What is it?" he whispered.

The duchess’s chest opened to Desmond when she threw her head backward and her back arched over his arm.

"Just keep going," she responded, her voice strained as she tried to come to terms with the sensations. "It feels so..."

Her words were lost and her grip on his shoulders became painfully tight and he knew her nails were marking his skin. It only further pushed him to help her find what she was looking for.

Leonor soon erupted with a moan that took her by surprise as she felt her entire body contract. It began at her core and spread outwards until it reached the very edges of her being, causing her toes to curl and her head to lull to the side.

How someone could achieve an orgasm was starting to concern her. The answer was supposedly sex but they hadn’t done it once and she felt pleasure beyond her wildest imagination.

Leonor had finished and she had to catch her breath but she could feel Desmond’s grip become tighter and he didn’t stop thrusting against her body for a few moments longer. It was only when his throbbing length unloaded onto Leonor’s breasts which had been uncovered during their interaction that he finally ceased his movement.

He leaned heavily into the arm that was underneath his wife and his head bowed as his shoulders heaved. It wasn’t the only hard work that caused him to have to catch his breath. He had never felt anything like that before in his life.

What he and Leonor did last time was a step above and better than simply self-pleasuring. Their latest interaction was a step above even that.

He was amazed.

Even as a teenager, he could never imagine that being with Leonor would elicit such feelings from him. It was better than his wildest dreams.

As he calmed down from the high of release, he felt clarity. His body was lighter and his thoughts were less heavy.

The hand that once gripped the duchess’ hip slid underneath her and he simply hugged her for a few moments as they leaned against the side of the marble bathtub.

"I can’t believe I once believed I would be fine if I never experienced this with you," he whispered. "My shame was so great it eclipsed your pure heart."

With him on top of her and holding her so tightly, she had little range of motion but it was enough to brush her fingers over his back and shoulders. She hugged him so tightly she couldn’t breathe.

It went beyond the bounds of trust, in Leonor’s opinion. Not only was he willingly wearing less clothing around her, but he was doing so confidently and it made Leonor’s heart soar.

All she wanted was Desmond to open up to her the way she had been opening up to him all along. She felt they were on their way to complete and total trust.

Perhaps then she would be willing to open her body up to him entirely.

What they had experienced together so far, she wondered if he could sense that she was hesitant to go past the point of no return. If he had any walls up, she was going to do the same to him. It was a fair and even playing field.

"As long as you understand me for who I am..." Leonor trailed off breathlessly. "I am still the count’s daughter who spent much of her teen years obsessed with a stablehand. Falling madly for the way he treated me."

"You’re so precious," Desmond whispered.

However, his arms were feeling fatigued and he had to switch their position. He moved them so he could settle deeper in the water and she could lay on top of him.

Deciding to stretch herself out, Leonor used his broad chest for leverage as she slowly sat up.

Her movements were mesmerizing to the man whose eye swept up her body from what was revealed of her lower stomach above the water up to her breasts then her face which boasted a light blush and small, satisfied smile.

Her hair had dried in what she deemed to be unruly natural waves but Desmond thought she looked like a goddess perched on top of him and not insistent on hiding herself away from him.

When she settled, her knees were on either side of him and her hands went under the water, resting against his stomach.

They were devoid of clothing but the urge to cover themselves had been chased away momentarily.

"Let me wash you," Desmond said. "You’re going to get cold again."