My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 209: Each Other’s (R18)

Chapter 209: Each Other’s (R18)

How she could be relaxed and so unbelievably wound up at the same time was beyond her. It was her turn to feel desperation and alarms in her mind told her she needed him to keep going at all costs.

Before she knew it, light moans escaped her lips. She kissed his shoulder or pressed her nose into his neck.

Not only was he stimulating inside of her but his naked body on top of hers was overwhelming. Her breasts pressed against such a strong chest. The more they moved together, the more she felt sweat form between them.

"It feels so good," she whispered. "Do... whatever you want to do to me."

At his wife’s request, Desmond separated his body from hers but it was just so he could taste her lips once more and muffle her moans with his mouth. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and tasted her mouth.

He did so as if asking for forgiveness for what he was about to do.

For a moment, Leonor was horrified that he was pulling out of her but she saw what he was going to do.

As he got onto his knees between her legs, the lower half of her body was angled upwards. From that perspective, he could watch her body accept every inch of him and how wet she was from something he was doing to her.

He felt sick in the head as he obsessed over the sight and feeling together. Even the noise was dizzying to him. The harder he thrust into her, the louder it got.

His large hands slid from her waist, inwards. She was slick with sweat and he wanted to hear her more.

Knowing a place she always loved to be touched, his thumb found the nub above the hole he was thoroughly enjoying. It was already swollen and being stimulated but he wanted to take it a step further.

"Des–oh!" she cried.

Her head fell to the side and all she could do was grasp the pillow under her head as she felt something new and better than anything he had done to her before.

She wasn’t entirely sure if she could meet a sweet ending considering how new all the sensations were, but the moment he pressed on the pearl that seemed to directly control her mind, she couldn’t keep from crying out.

It was like he was a magician with a secret trick. As her eyes squeezed shut, she saw static and lost her mind completely.

"I can’t hold back!" she cried again and her hand fell, squeezing the bedding they were certainly dirtying up.

She knew she was coming to the end of such a sweet journey as the feeling built up in her core and began to release. Her body was entirely out of her control. The hard length within her and his finger between them were all she knew for a few moments.

His actions became more fervent as he sought her end just as much as his. He wouldn’t feel right if only he were to make it to the end, but the moment he felt her body start to convulse and squeeze around him, he knew he was in trouble.

The hand left on her waist squeezed harder as he slid himself as deep as he could get. He felt his manhood twitch as he emptied his seed into her.

A sense of relief from multiple sources was felt.

He helped her to a sweet orgasm and didn’t lose his mind before that.

All he could do was kneel there, buried deep inside of her as he caught his breath and got used to an entirely novel situation.

The mess, the cooldown, the feeling of having Leonor as his and only his. He wanted to shout it to the world. Yet he wanted to hide it from everyone else. They didn’t deserve to hear even her voice.

Desmond couldn’t bring himself to pull out of her yet. Instead, he leaned into her and wrapped his arms around her as he silently thanked her for letting him in on such a secret. It was a day he would remember for the rest of his life.

He wanted it to calm him down but it only made him more energized.

"I love you so frighteningly much," Leonor uttered as she returned his tight hug.

Her arms were around his neck and she could bury her face in his sweaty neck.

At that moment, she felt like a pile of water. Even though Desmond did most of the work, her legs found a way to be tired.

There was liquid falling onto the bed between them and their bodies together after such exercise creating even more sweat.

"I love you, Leonor," he whispered back to her. "I feel almost undeserving of making you entirely mine. How I got so lucky..."

He had to trail off. His insecurities were eating him alive as he held such a perfect being in his arms. He didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Even if she only did things that made his insecurities easier to live with considering she loved him, they were still there somewhere.

"You deserve it for being you," Leonor uttered. "As simple as that."

He kissed her and kissed her again.

Knowing he couldn’t stay that way forever, Desmond pulled out of her, and their mixed juices flowed faster, and even more fell onto the bed.

"I must get you cleaned up," he said. "Don’t move an inch. I’ll take care of you."

She nodded. There was no way she could get up at that moment anyway. Her legs felt fatigued. If she moved them a certain way, they trembled.

Before Desmond could go, he covered her with a soft blanket.

Leonor looked around the room, but her hand slid over her body and then between her legs. She was unfamiliar with feeling so wet when it wasn’t her monthly cycle.

It was strange to consider that the messiness was how babies were made through time. Even if it wasn’t what they had done, it was still the process.

They had dinner in only a short time and she didn’t know how she felt facing the marchioness and marquess.

Her heart felt different. Her mind and body as well. She had evolved in a matter of moments.

She was the duke’s and there was no going back. It was such a beautiful, terrifying feeling.