My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 206: Lock the Door (R18)

Chapter 206: Lock the Door (R18)

Clumsily, Leonor fell to the floor as she pushed herself off of Desmond and tried to get herself into a more appropriate position considering they were in someone else’s house and it was the middle of the day.

The maid was such a professional she didn’t even hardly acknowledge the duchess having fallen to the floor, considering the duke was quick to help her back onto the couch and straighten out her skirts.

"Forgive the interruption, your graces," the maid said, not missing a beat. "Marquess Herbert wanted me to alert his guests that he will be staying with the marchioness for the afternoon. She’s sick to her stomach today. He plans to join you for dinner and he begs for your forgiveness, saying that the entire estate is yours to use however you please."

Leonor softly cleared her throat.

"Please be sure to tell him it’s water under the bridge," Desmond spoke first. "I won’t fault a man for taking care of his sick wife."

"Yes, your grace," the maid said. "Anything I can bring the two of you in the meantime?"

The duke and duchess shared a glance but Leonor shrugged before glancing away.

"Nothing else," Desmond said.

After the maid was dismissed, Leonor closed her book that had fallen and kept it with her.

She stood up and brushed off her skirts.

Her silence made Desmond think the mood was ruined, but Leonor surprised him by reaching out her free hand.

"I’m going to read in bed," she said. "Now that our hosts aren’t here to think I’m rude for staying in bed all day, I don’t see why not."

Desmond grabbed her hand and stood up. He brought his book as well, but the contents of it had been forgotten from the moment he sat down with his wife. He had no desire to get lost in the cover of a book. The covers of a bed, however...

He did his best to erase such thoughts, but Leonor seemed to rush as they walked down the expansive hallway and toward the guest room.

There was an occasional place to hide and Leonor lured Desmond into each corner, stealing kisses whenever she possibly could. He began to believe she wasn’t all that interested in reading either.

Each time they were able to hide and share a kiss, the touches became progressively hotter. Their lips were more hungry than each previous kiss.

Desmond’s large hands found his wife’s waist and he kept his book under his arm just so he could feel her soft body underneath the dress. Her lack of corset made it feel like she was serving herself to him on a silver platter despite wearing an appropriate amount of clothing at that time.

They were breathless by the time they made it into the guest room and neither one of them made it far into the room.

Desmond had Leonor pressed against the wall next to the door and their books fell from their hands. There was no room for distractions as they suddenly became more interested in feeling the other person rather than absorbing the knowledge in the pages they brought with them.

Having seen Leonor in that dress before, Desmond knew where the lace was that kept everything together. He lowered himself so he could bring his lips to her neck and undo the dress so her body would be revealed to him.

If they were going to read from the bed, she might as well be comfortable, he reasoned.

Yet she was the one to take it a step further as her hands found the bottom of his shirt and pulled it from his belted pants. She began undoing the pants as well.

If Desmond wasn’t careful, he knew he would lose his mind. He felt it was cruel to push himself again and he placed his hands on Leonor’s waist, separating the two of them from each other.

"I’m sorry," he apologized. "If I get carried away-"

There were no right words to express just how low he thought of himself for his lack of self-control. Each rejection he gave Leonor the night before had to be ripped from his grasp painfully as if he had no morals at all.

"Desmond," she whispered, approaching him again. Her hands met his waist first and she began pulling his shirt upwards. "This was my idea. The clarity of sobriety has filled my mind with you. My drunk ramblings were honest even if they were drunk. It’s not that I’m worried you’ll leave me if I don’t give myself to you. I’m worried that I’ll realize how much time I’ve wasted stalling. If you would like to have me then..."

She didn’t know how else to say it.

Since her hands left his shirt, he took the liberty of taking off his shirt.

When his view was no longer obscured, he saw Leonor loosen her dress the rest of the way and allow it to fall onto the floor. It pooled around her feet like a puddle. His eyes went back up to her face and shoulders, only to be met with her ridding herself of her chemise as well.

"Leonor..." he uttered. "You..."

Desmond was closest to the door and he locked it.

Leonor found his gaze smoldering as his eyes brushed over her body, not knowing where to stop as she presented herself to him without inhibition. It took all of her courage not to hide herself from him.

She soon stepped forward and pulled down the pants she had already undone. Just like the night before, his manhood sprang forth excitedly, begging to be noticed by the woman who caused it.

He stepped out of his pants and boots. They were both devoid of all clothing.

Leonor had no qualms wrapping her hand around his length and watching the man she knew so well begin to crumble. His hands went to her waist and his eyes drifted shut.

However, it wasn’t enough for the feeling of melting.

His leverage was placing his hands on her shoulders so he wouldn’t fall over. The feeling of her handling him in such a sensitive place made him weak in the knees.

"Are you feeling pent up?" she asked, noticing his lack of control. "Is it because of me?"

He didn’t bother responding, only lifting her up and nonverbally showing her how much he felt like he was suffering from wanting her. It was a pathetic male excuse to feel like his world was crumbling down because of wanting a woman he couldn’t have.

Yet she was claiming to want to give herself to him and he felt suddenly strong.