My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 181: Quiet (R18)

Chapter 181: Quiet (R18)

Desmond didn’t know if Leonor knew how she affected his heart when she praised him in such a way.

The insecurities that deeply scarred his heart made him resistant to her words. He wanted to argue, but he had no evidence to refute her statements. When he was met with such a loving gaze, words were lost on his tongue.

He forgot how to speak during times like that. It was why he had to become a better kisser to communicate when words didn’t quite fit what was going on in his head or how she was stirring up his heart.

"I’m more impressive with you next to me," he said, words encroaching on argumentative but not wanting to ruin the peace.

"I’m serious," Leonor responded. "Your body moves without thought. You become entirely instinctual just as–"

She stopped herself and blinked a few times. Her face was already red due to the warm water but it became worse.

The comfortable environment was making her looser with her words. She almost told him he was entirely instinctual when they lay together but she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. It was embarrassing to realize that when he was fighting and when he was intimate with her were two situations that came so naturally to him.

"I must be getting tired," she said.

She had stiffened up after realizing what she said and Desmond could tell she was on the verge of escaping. She turned away and sat up, placing her hands on the other side of the wooden basin to pull herself out of the water.

Proving to Leonor that he was adept with his body, Desmond was up more quickly than her. His hands were outstretched until they reached the outside of hers on the tub. This movement made it so his entire wet body was pressed against hers.

His hands went to hers then traced up her wrists and arms until they found her shoulders. Then they went down, on the outside of her body, and found her waist to bring her back up.

They were both on their knees in the tub with bodies pressed against each other. He gently kissed her neck and, as she moved her head to the side, the wet hair fell out of the way and he was given more access. In the kiss, he bore his teeth and bit her.

The action caused her to stiffen up and she let out a light gasp. It hurt but strangely made her insides flutter.

"Where else am I entirely instinctual, Leonor?" he asked, using her words against her.

His throat was raw but teasing her was well worth it.

"You’re such a man," she whispered, though it left little impact. He was already riled up. She could already feel his hands moving south and north on her body.

"And you’re such a woman," he whispered the words in total ecstasy as one hand slid between her legs and the other found one of her breasts. Her other soft mound was squished by his forearm and not feeling left out whatsoever.

Leonor never did anything in particular to get him to respond like that. She was quickly learning that she simply had to be and it was enough to get him going.

Despite how simple it was, she felt her pulse quicken. Every time he was malleable in her hands, she felt powerful. At a time like that, he would do whatever she wanted. It was a wonder she wasn’t more evil with her power.

"It’s not kind of you to tease me while barracks are on either side of this room," she whispered.

"Do you think you could be quiet?" he asked, though it sounded to her like he was pleading with her.

She wasn’t given a moment to respond properly. He began moving his middle finger against the bundle of nerves at the crest of her folds.

The way he tested the water was a bit cruel, in her opinion.

Her hand went to his thigh and she squeezed it. The gasp that escaped her lips was mostly silent–at least silent enough for Desmond because he continued more aggressively.

"Ah–!" she couldn’t hold back the second time.

Desmond’s free hand covered her mouth and Leonor squeezed her eyes shut. So much was happening at once.

His hand was over her mouth and the other was between her legs all the while he slid his hardened manhood against her slick backside still wet from the water they kneeled in.

Leonor’s back arched and she reached behind her, encircling his length with her fingers and it was his turn to try to be quiet. They were no longer in their home where their noises of pleasure were lost to the large room and maids kept their secrets tight-lipped.

It felt cruel to let lonely military men in on the sounds of an insatiable couple. No one would guess that the two of them somehow remained virgins despite all they had done.

They both managed to hold back their voices, though the noise of water moving might have tipped off any passers-by.

For Desmond, the feeling of her hand on him wasn’t enough and he became more greedy. He removed his hand from her mouth and pushed his length between her legs. Her soft thighs enveloped his manhood and he imagined it felt almost as good as being inside of her, though he didn’t know when or if he would ever be able to feel something so wonderful.

"Leonor," he gasped her name lovingly.

At the new position, Leonor leaned forward, her hands reaching for the tub’s edge again. When she was bent over with Desmond thrusting between her legs, the horizontal ridge on his manhood hit her in a spot that felt electrifying.

In response, one of her hands went between her legs and she pushed him further against her wetness, ensuring that she wouldn’t lose the feeling. It seemed to feel better for him as well. He gripped her hips and clenched his jaw to hold back his voice.

Leonor was the first to fall over the edge and had to put a hand over her mouth as ecstasy struck her. In response, her entire body tightened including the legs which held onto Desmond so tightly.

Leonor could tell he was almost finished when his grip became tighter. She watched in amazement as his seed went into the water and the side of the basin. It was a sight she was slowly getting used to. Pleasure for men and women was so different.

When Desmond returned to his senses, he realized where they were and quickly pulled Leonor from the bath.

After he placed her down on the bed, he toweled her off carefully. He kept muttering under his breath all the while.

"I’m a wild animal," he admitted. "I can’t believe it. You won’t trust that we can simply take a bath together."

"You’re right, I don’t," she responded with a grin. "But it’s not like I don’t get anything out of it. No one’s ever thought I was so precious."

She felt relaxed and tingly like her whole body was sensitive because of how much he had touched her. Since she wanted to lounge on the bed, Desmond chose a nightgown for her.

"Your mother did, Francia does," he reminded her. "Every person you’ve befriended finds you precious. I’m just lucky to be the one who gets to express it to you."

He helped her into her night clothing and kneeled in front of her. As he pulled the nightgown down, he placed a kiss above her knee before covering that as well.

Once she was dressed, Leonor wrapped her arms and legs around her half-naked husband, cherishing him as much as he cherished her. She even helped him into his sleeping clothing so they could eat a light dinner together and settle down.

There was another long day of travel ahead.