My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 208: Keep Going (R18)

Chapter 208: Keep Going (R18)

Desmond had to kiss her first. The words she had been saying since they came into the guest chambers were dizzying to him.

He wondered if he had fallen into a dream and if he would wake up extremely unsatisfied just as the climax was about to peak. That had been his reality multiple times in the past.

However, as he broke the kiss and looked down at his gorgeous wife, her hesitant expression was awake Leonor and not the lewd version in his dreams. She was saying words of confidence but her body language was speaking of uncertainty. He heard what she wanted but he knew he was going to have to take the initiative for it to ever happen.

"I love you, Leonor," he whispered. "My life. My entire world."

She was bursting at the seams, living in a love so sweet she didn’t know it existed a few years prior. She knew his reemergence in her life was fate. They were people meant to be together no matter the odds.

He should have been taken from the earth multiple times, but a higher power knew she needed him.

"I love you," she returned his words with so much admiration that there was no room for doubt. "The only man I’ve ever loved or wanted to give my body to."

He looked down at her hesitantly, but it became desire the longer he gazed, and she nodded at him. She was more ready than she would ever be.

Both of their hearts were in their throats as they anticipated the moment.

Desmond balanced himself on one of his hands and he kneeled on the bed.

He swallowed hard and his other hand went to his throbbing length that felt like it would burst at any moment. Knowing he had to pace himself was so very difficult, but the woman who was taking him was well worth the self-control.

He guided his sensitive head to her entrance and he only gently pushed, knowing every bit of her anatomy in that sweet place. Only managing to get the tip inside of her before Leonor cried out in pain and put a hand to her mouth to hold herself back, Desmond immediately stopped.

"I’ll pull it back out," he whispered, his already gravely voice strained.

Leonor’s legs tightened at his sides and she fervently shook her head.

Even though she was frightened of it hurting even worse if he went in further, she wanted it so badly. She wanted him and everything he came with.

He had pleasured her so many times with his fingers that she didn’t understand her body being resistant at that moment. Nervousness was a mysterious beast.

"Don’t," she said. "Keep going. I’ll get used to it. It’s just..." She had to squeeze her eyes shut. "It’s bigger than your fingers."

He felt instant relief. He didn’t want to stop. Even stopping at the point they were in, her body squeezed him and it was starting to hurt him as well.

"Then you must relax, my dear," he whispered and lowered his body over hers. "Please, relax."

He didn’t slide into her deeper, but he gave her a reassuring kiss. He hoped to convey that he believed in her.

At his gentle touch, Leonor felt comforted and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He slid into her just slightly more but her body was still resistant until she melted into the kiss further.

He was still kissing the side of her mouth when she whispered, "More. I can handle more."

Unlike before, he was able to hold onto her while he slid deeper. He heard her have a sharp intake of air but he trusted her to tell him when it was too much.

The trust between the two of them made it so she wasn’t afraid to tell him how she was feeling. It made him trust himself with her knowing that she wasn’t hiding her thoughts or secretly thinking negatively of him despite what his insecurities wanted to have him believe.

If they didn’t have the trust, then they never would have made it as far as they had. He never would have been able to know what it was like to be inside of her.

Leonor felt herself shaking out of nervousness, but his comforting kiss and tender touch were enough to ease her worries and make her push through the initial pain. Her grasp of his back, hopefully, was enough to convince him to keep going.

Agonizingly slowly, he sheathed himself inside of her until he couldn’t push further. The urge to relieve the pressure between them ate at him but he knew he couldn’t move yet.

Leonor still seemed to be holding her breath. When he was as deep as he could get, she finally exhaled and began to breathe normally.

Leonor sought another kiss for validation and she grasped the sides of his face.

"You can move," she said. "I’ll be alright."

She had witnessed him many times in the past completely lose himself to the stimulation of being able to pleasure himself. She was eager to see him lose control because of the feeling of her. She felt so weak and vulnerable but wanted to be powerful instead.

He could say nothing else as he held onto his wife and began moving his body just as he was asked to. He tried to pace himself.

Going slow was important so she could get used to it but it was just as important so that he wouldn’t lose his mind too quickly. Already, the feeling of being inside of her made his entire being quiver.

For a few moments, Desmond was reduced to light moans and gasps as Leonor’s body started to accept him more and her wetness guided him forth. He could move a little bit faster and seek pleasure more fervently.

"The way you feel..." he whispered in disbelief.

Dreams were nothing compared to what he experienced at that moment. It was all-consuming. He could only think of and feel her.

Leonor could tell when her body was finally ready to accept him as he slowly eased his way out and found it easier to slide back in. He moved faster and she felt like he was stimulating a new place.

There was a wonderful surprise around every corner.