My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 210: The Endearing Prude

Chapter 210: The Endearing Prude

Desmond had volunteered to clean his waiting wife up considering the mess he made of her. His gaze remained on her until he made it into the bathroom.

He was still in disbelief about what they had just done.

The moment he made it into the room covered with so much marble, he felt like an ancient emperor; he stumbled forward until he was at the bathroom counter and looking at himself in the mirror over the washbasin where he was going to wet a towel for Leonor.

With his hands on the stone countertop, he leaned all the way forward until his forehead was pressed against the space between his hands. He let out a sharp gasp. Emotions entirely overwhelmed him, but what he felt the most was elation.

There was a time when they first knew one another that he thought for certain they might end up making love one day. Even if all she wanted was his appearance, it was enough for him. He wanted to capture her and make her his even though he didn’t have the means to support the daughter of a count who was supposed to be his heiress.

It all changed after he woke up completely disfigured and a far cry from who he remembered.

When he remembered who he was after getting injured, he never could have imagined Leonor ever giving herself to him. From the appearance he was used to, to waking up and seeing a monster looking back at him in the mirror, he felt undeserving of love.

It wasn’t simply his appearance he believed to be undeserving, but the pain he was in made his thoughts bitter. He didn’t have a single positive thought except that putting him out of his misery would be the only thing that could provide someone like him relief.

The pain was something he had gotten used to. Yet he had been beaten down mentally by the horrified gazes of anyone who spared him a glance and rumors spread about him. He simply wanted to save Leonor but let her live her life as she pleased. She would never, could never spare him a second glance.

The beautiful things he could provide her through the wealth he had amassed had to be enough, right?

However, he didn’t give her enough credit. He forgot to consider her generous and unbiased heart; that someone as wonderful as her could find the good in someone as heinous as him.

It all crumbled when she acted hurt if he didn’t give her attention and he could no longer deny that he still wanted her just as much as he did before.

Only a short time later, they were joined in not only souls but bodies as well. The long nights of fighting his desire, worried that she wasn’t ready seemed well worth the wait.

He wondered when he could do it again.

"Ugh, you’re pathetic," he whispered to himself, finally straightening out and looking at his naked form in the mirror.

There was a part of his body already reacting to his thoughts, but he insistently ignored it.

Instead of simply grabbing his wife a washcloth, Desmond went to the large bath and decided to go another route. One of his favorite things to do was bathe with Leonor. They had a couple of hours before they had to meet with the Martins for dinner anyway.

He wanted to soothe the body that had given so much to him.

As Leonor watched her husband leave the bathroom stark naked but with new determination as if he was on a mission from the King, she was terrified when he was at her side.

The way he walked forward stark naked with a particular part of himself pointing at her so accusatory as if she hadn’t calmed it down shortly before, made her fear he had grown even more shameless. She walked around embarrassed most of the time, knowing she was more of a prude and he was far from it.

When she first found out he was him, she was the one pushing him but the tables turned again. Now that he did have her body, she was terrified at how much she liked it.

A lady’s societal requirement was to be proper and not lewd, yet all she had thought about since he went to the bathroom was how wonderful he made her feel. Her heart was satisfied and her body finally fully was.

"I’m going to give you a bath," he said.

Leonor sat up, but she immediately felt worn out. Her legs were still trembling if they did anything but lay straight.

Desmond watched her struggle even though she was underneath the blankets she held to her chest so she wouldn’t reveal too much as if he didn’t know her entire body.

"My legs are tired," she admitted.

"That’s why I’ll carry you," he insisted.

True to his word, he lifted his wife properly in bridal style, but when he had her in his arms, he sat down on the edge of the bed.

Leanor reached out to gently touch the side of his face.

"Why are we stopping?" she asked, concerned.

"The maids are preparing the bath," he admitted. "I don’t particularly want them to see you like this."

He glanced down at her pointedly.

Her olive skin was as flushed as it could get and her lips were swollen from all the kissing. Even her breasts had marks on them from previous days of being loved by an insatiable man.

"Don’t look at me like that," she uttered. "You look starved even though you have just eaten."

He bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a few comments about his never-ending appetite, but he was certain she didn’t need to hear that from him.

When they were quiet, she finally heard that they were setting up the bath. There was water flowing and clanking now and then as they likely put oils into the warm water.

She always thought it was a bit funny that noblewomen desired to look like dolphins she grew up watching on the coast. Whenever she was oiled up, she felt as sleek and shiny as one.

It was typical of nobles to have two entrances to bathrooms. The private one was from a bedroom and the other one was smaller and more discreet for maids to do their job without bothering the people they were working for.

Having it for the main couple or master of a house was normal, but to have it in a guest room was extravagant. It was fitting considering how the rest of the house looked. There wasn’t an inch of the space not fitted with the finest things available if you had the funds for it.

There was a gentle knock on the door, telling the couple that the bath was prepared.

Before they could stand up and go to the bath waiting and ready for the couple to soothe their bodies, Desmond leaned towards his wife and gently planted a kiss on her pink lips.

This action caused Leonor to wrap her arm around his neck at the suddenly dizzying feeling she was experiencing. He had already seduced her before yet he was continuing to do so. She didn’t know how to stave off this ever-lingering desire.

Even though her body was tired, she was interested in testing the bounds of what they could do together. There were positions to explore, places they could go, and new heights of connection they could reach if they kept at it.

She had to turn her face away from him.

"You need to stop kissing me or I’m going to get ahead of myself," Leonor uttered.

"Perhaps that’s what I want you to do," he admitted.

Leonor let out a light groan of disagreement. She could tell he knew exactly what he was doing. If he pressed harder, she would be a puddle in his hands once more, but she could tell that her body needed a break.

Desmond thought it was fun to poke at a woman raised in such a stiff environment where she wasn’t allowed to have any desire. She never expressed her desire directly. The words said were beautiful but she would never truly admit anything unless he had broken her open and rid her of her clothing. Only when he was pleasuring her was she honest about what she wanted.

The more he got to know Leonor the more he realized why their first kisses were so intense when they were mere teenagers. She had no guidelines of where to stop or how to hold herself back, only that she wasn’t supposed to be doing that at all.

He thought that the Castillian traditional view of purity was a disservice to girls like his wife who were misled into feeling shame whenever they wanted another person. He would do anything he could to overcome those bounds with her. He wanted her to feel good and he didn’t see anything immoral with that.

How amazing it was to be Leonor’s husband and the only one with the right to experiment with such things with her.

They were soon able to take a bath together and soothe their well-worked bodies as they got themselves together for the second time that day.