My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 201: Drunk Logic

Chapter 201: Drunk Logic

Leonor’s mind returned to the books she read where, whenever fellatio was mentioned, it was called dirty despite everyone in the books participating in the act. You had to bathe first, you had to be uncomfortable to perform it correctly, and it was the lowest someone could make themselves for another person.

Considering that was Letizia’s solid evidence for how to save a marriage, Leonor didn’t know what to say.

The puritan culture was embedded inside of her. The conversation was the most shocking thing she had openly heard someone talk about. Reading it already felt taboo, yet it was being presented to her in such a crass way.

"I believe I will have to think about this further, my lady," Leonor admitted.

However, she turned towards the marchioness only to find her passed out and breathing heavily on one of the large pillows that sat next to her on the couch.

"Oh, dear," Leonor uttered, not knowing what to do at that point.

Feeling it would be rude not to finish the drink poured for her, she downed the rest of it before moving forward with her evening.

However, she couldn’t leave Letizia there in such an uncomfortable position. She adjusted the pillow and brought her legs onto the couch. There was even a caftan over one of the other chairs that she covered her with.

With each movement, Leonor knew she was drunk. Luckily, she could still manage herself. The drinking was so gradual it didn’t hit her all at once. Although she wasn’t so sure after that last glass what would happen so she decided it was best to leave.

"Sweet dreams, marchioness," Leonor whispered. "I hope things look up for you and you don’t have to live with this feeling forever."

Leonor then stood up straight and straightened her dress out, she looked at the table spread in front of her. The food was untouched completely.

Shrugging, she grabbed a plate of small sandwiches and decided that would be her meal for the evening.

As she walked the hallways of the massive estate, she snacked all the way there.

Catching a maid before she could go up the stairs to where the guest room was located, she decided she would try to be a good guest.

"The marchioness fell asleep in the sitting room," Leonor explained. "I don’t want her to be uncomfortable."

"Yes, your grace," the maid responded. "I will take care of her."

The response made Leonor believe that wasn’t even close to the first time such a thing had happened. Seeing that it was none of her business, she continued up the stairs, knowing she was getting slightly more intoxicated the more time went on.

Luckily, the sandwiches were gone and she left them on a table just outside of the guest bedroom for a maid to take whenever they could.

As she stumbled into the room, she shut the door behind her with a sigh and leaned into it for a while.

She blinked slowly. The conversation was so strange. When she said she wanted to get to know the marchioness better, that wasn’t exactly what she had in mind.

Leonor went into the bathroom and got out of her clothing. Warm water had been left for her and she took a sponge bath rather than bothering to fill up a whole basin.

It wasn’t as if she had sweated much that day. After all, it was cold outside and she spent much of it lazing around.

When she was in a nightgown placed out for her by her husband or a maid, she wasn’t entirely sure, Leonor was ready to climb into bed.

By that time, she felt unstable on her feet and grabbed onto everything she could so she wouldn’t fall over.

’I’m fine, I’m fine,’ she told herself. ’I just need to go to bed.’

However, she made it to the large bed only to find Desmond’s eye open. It reflected the golden light from the candelabra on the bedside table.

She crawled forward with her mind going in another direction the moment she saw her beautiful husband’s bare body waiting for her. When she was close enough, she planted her lips on his and her hand soon followed as she grabbed his chin and then the side of his head.

Leonor tasted like wine and he was leaning into the flavor. Her kisses were aggressive and stirred up something inside of him.

The moment their lips parted, Leonor shocked Desmond.

"I want you to have me," Leonor said. "All of me. Why have I not given myself to seemingly the only nobleman who has no desire to commit adultery? I’ve been playing with fire for too long, it’s time for me–"

"You’re drunk," Desmond interrupted her, but the more he observed her, the more her determined expression spoke of something she wasn’t saying. "Just where is this coming from?"

While he liked the idea of taking her at that moment, he didn’t want to do it if she was intoxicated. He would feel regretful if their first time was robbed from them because he gave in to his lust for her.

"I never want your gaze to go to someone else," Leonor admitted, surprised at the words coming out of her mouth. "Even if I can’t give you an heir, at least let me give this much to you."

He knew immediately the infidelity of the marquess must have been spoken of that night and Letizia likely said something to set off these thoughts in Leonor. She was rarely insecure but when she admitted she was, it always took him by such surprise.

"You’re far too precious for me to take something like that from you while you’re drunk, Leonor," he passionately explained his stance. "I want each novel sensation to be as good for you as it is for me. With numb body and mind, I know that you’ll forget some of this and I can’t give you that regret."

However, Leonor was determined in other ways. She pushed against Desmond until she was on top of him. Then she pushed the blankets to the side until she could climb underneath.

The duchess settled in between his legs and placed her hands on his thighs.

"Please let me do something else," Leonor said. "I want to try this. I’ve always wanted to try."

Desmond stared down at her in disbelief. He didn’t know whether to be horrified or wish that his wife hung around the marchioness more often. She was offering herself up on a silver platter and it felt awful to reject her.

She won him over as one of her hands went inward, trying to convince him to give her at least a bit more.