My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 207: His for the Taking (R18)

Chapter 207: His for the Taking (R18)

The maids managed to clean up the room in the time Desmond and Leonor were in the library and he had to push down the blankets with one arm to place his wife in the soft pillows.

For a moment, Desmond simply looked down at his beautiful wife. Her body was one he had seen countless times by that point but he would never get used to it or take it for granted.

All he could think about was how he was incomparable to her yet she was offering him something so precious and trusted him to take care of her. The taste of her was still fresh on his tongue.

He wanted to see how she would respond if he tasted her in broad daylight. Could he take her to the level she was at when she was uninhibited and drunk? There were times he had seen her completely forget about hiding her voice as she fell into the bounds of pleasure.

He wanted that for her again before anything else could begin.

Leonor wasn’t sure what he was planning to do until he immediately brought his lips between her breasts and went lower and lower until he was underneath the blankets. Before she could pull the blanket away and witness him, he took a taste of her that sent a jolt up her spine and her hand clamped over her mouth.

She hesitantly removed her hands when he didn’t proceed further.

"D-Desmond," she gasped. "You don’t have to do that."

"I want to," he whispered. "I’m drunk on this part of you."

She pulled up the blankets a few inches but all she saw was him smirk at her and lower himself yet again. Even the lewd sight of him was enough to make her core flutter. It only became worse as his hot tongue touched her in her most sensitive region and she was rendered useless to argue. Her head settled back into the pillow.

She was already so wet and each time his tongue met her folds, he was met with her flavor. It turned him on to no end.

Each time he went to the bathroom to relieve his desire was all for nothing. He was rock hard and it was making his head hazy. The desire to explore new frontiers had returned.

The want for his manhood to know what it was like to be buried inside of his wife was neglected and he settled with shoving his tongue inside of her and exploring the source of her wetness. When she let out a muffled moan, his thumb found the bundle of nerves.

His hand and tongue moved harmoniously as he experimented with what she liked, finding what quickly wasn’t enough and what was too much. He was no longer a person but a response to Leonor.

His skill didn’t make him a good lover, but his willingness to listen to her responses. Even if she hid her voice, he could tell when her body accepted his touch and the tenseness left her as she became a puddle in his hands. Her wetness as her body prepared itself for him was his guiding light.

At that moment, she was dripping with desire.

Despite what her body and actions told him, Desmond was surprised when Leonor reached down when he came up for air and she blocked her womanhood from his mouth.

When he looked up at her in disbelief, he saw her eyes squeezed shut and her face flushed.

At first, he was worried, but he heard her out before having an unnecessary reaction

"You always do me first," Leonor uttered. "I want us to do it together."

The duchess sat up and reached downward, grasping Desmond’s shoulder and showing him that she wanted him to come closer.

The duke complied easily. He wanted to do whatever she wanted to do.

However, the new position of him on top of her with her legs open as he settled between them was practically too much for him to bear. He grimaced, pressing his chin against the top of her head.

She may think he was overwhelming her but it was her overwhelming him.

"I’m stalling," he admitted to her in a soft voice.

It gave him the stability to move to her lips, where he kissed her softly and sweetly as if he didn’t have a monster made from desire trying to claw its way out of him.

"Why?" she asked as he moved to her neck and her eyes fluttered closed.

Her hands found his back and her fingers clung to the large muscles of his back that quivered with each movement. She let out a helpless whisper of a moan as he bared his teeth and bit her soft neck.

"I’m terrified of hurting you," he admitted, whispering again. "I’m terrified of not being good for you."

As he spoke, his actions didn’t cease. He was going painfully slowly as he went lower and found the supple mound with a sharp peak that begged to be tasted. He lowered his head and his tongue swirled around the dark base.

"Ah..." Leonor’s hand went over her heated-up face again. "You follow instructions so well. Please, just listen to me and it will be good for both of us."

Desmond straightened himself out so he could bring his body over hers once more and he stared down at her. His body grinded into hers and he felt the wetness between her legs coat his length.

"Whatever you want, Leonor," he promised. "I’ll give you anything you want."

He sat back on his knees between her legs and his hands went to her waist and gently traced down her stomach. They stopped before reaching the black curls that were the garden separating his hand from where he truly wanted to be.

"If we do this, is there a chance it will get me pregnant?" she asked, genuinely worried, but not entirely sure it would change her desire for him. "I know it isn’t what you want."

"I’ve been taking a potion to temporarily make me sterile," he admitted.

"The side effects–" Leonor argued for a moment but she clamped her mouth shut when Desmond shook his head.

In the Academy, she was always told that there were, at times, awful side effects for taking potions to make yourself sterile or infertile. It was worth it for some but the risks weren’t worth it for others, particularly nobles who would need an heir eventually.

"It’s worth the peace of mind," he said. "I can always stop taking it." His eyes drifted further down at her drenched core and his thumb slid down, down, down. "I’m dying here, Leonor. Please instruct me."

She could hardly keep her head on straight at his fingers teasing her core. It was too much for her.

"Take me, Desmond," she whispered. "I’ve been patient for as long as you have."