My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 224: Terrifying (R18)

Chapter 224: Terrifying (R18)

Desmond began to sit up, raising Leonor with him.

His arms were around her and he held her delicately, keeping his precious wife close to his chest.

With her hair weighed down by the water reaching the ends, it was heavy and out of the way of her neck. He took the moment to lean into her olive skin and press his lips against her warm skin.

At once, Leonor leaned her head to the side, relishing the feeling of Desmond’s mouth on her skin. Her eyes were already closed but they felt heavier when he gave her such undivided attention.

"Even sitting next to you each day, I still miss spending time alone with you," Leonor whispered.

Desmond’s grip became a bit tighter as possessive thoughts lived in his mind. He wished they never had to leave their home and that all the burdens they carried as duke and duchess could disappear.

A world of only Leonor would be a dream come true.

"We’ll still make time this winter," Desmond whispered. "Even if we’re in the capital for an extended period, I’ll find a way to hide away with you."

She had so many questions about what lay ahead but was in no place for serious conversation. His lips touching her skin and arms holding onto her so tightly were making it hard to think about anything else.

Leonor gave out a noise of agreement but that was all she could do.

Her hands slid down his naked thighs as she melted into his touch.

"I’m supposed to be bathing," Leonor uttered, her voice not sounding very convincing. "I’m filthy from traveling."

"I’ll make you more filthy, then I’ll wash you from head to toe," Desmond promised.

Even though his hand was wet from being under the water, he cupped Leonor’s cheek and turned her head towards him so he could kiss her. At the same time, his other hand slid towards her core and he spread her legs.

"O-okay," Leonor muttered, anticipating his next move.

His middle finger delved into the place he wanted to bury himself. From the moment their bodies separated after making love for the first time, he had been craving his wife.

He had a misconception that his desire might lessen if she finally gave herself to him but it only became worse. Each night he lay by her side and wondered if she was thinking about him just as much as he was thinking about her.

With all the burdens of traveling, he didn’t want to pressure her, but he needed her so badly.

Amidst all the wanting, there was still something else he couldn’t quite forget. Before they could lose themselves too fiercely, Desmond pulled away from her, taking her lower lip between his teeth.

As she stared up at him, eyelids heavy as lust took over her body and mind, Desmond smirked slightly.

"Then will you tell me what you find so terrifying about me?" he asked.

She wasn’t in the right state of mind to be asked any questions, especially with his fingers teasing her womanhood, warmed and soft from the water they sat in.

The duchess stopped his hand to his surprise and she had to pull her knees to her chest so she could turn sideways in the bathtub and get a better look at her husband.

"If I must indulge you..." she trailed off.

Without warning, Leonor turned all the way around, bearing her breasts to her husband as she lifted herself out of the water. She pushed at Desmond’s legs so he would straighten them out and she sat down on his lap, making herself comfortable as she placed her hands on his shoulders.

Being naked and so close to him made her unbelievably nervous, but it would help her get her point across.

"You must indulge me," he agreed in a whisper.

He also began feeling nervous as Leonor summoned her courage and became something out of his control and unpredictable.

She sighed lightly, releasing the tension she felt.

"I’m afraid of this, Desmond," she said, reaching lower until her hand met what was practically standing out of the water. It had been at attention since their lips first met in the bathroom. "I’ve been afraid of it from the first time I felt it after we had been kissing for a long time as teenagers. I’m afraid of how I feel about it."

There wasn’t much more she could say considering he took that moment to crash his lips against hers while she grasped his manhood. He was at his limit.

He wrapped his arms around her, flattening her against him and forcing her to kneel out of the water as his face met her breasts and he bit the soft flesh, undoubtedly marking it for Beth to see the following day.

"How do you think I feel?" he whispered against her skin. "I’ve turned into a wild animal. I can’t remember what it was like to be civilized or decent. I want you every second."

A whine escaped her lips, she was losing the battle once again and could hardly talk anymore. She bit her cheek as she tried to contain herself.

"I’ve always been terrified of how much I desire you," Leonor whispered. "That’s what hasn’t changed about you. You affect me just the same."

"Then let me have you," Desmond requested. "I’ll remind you that the love we make isn’t something to be terrified of."

Her arms were around his neck and she nodded.

She had been avoiding doing it again with him because she felt her reactions weren’t her own. It felt better than anything she ever felt in her life and she was always told everything good should be done in moderation.

Yet each time he lay at her side, she felt herself heat up. Now her husband was naked and in her grasp and she could no longer deny what she wanted to do.

"Show me what you want to do," she whispered.

The duke guided Leonor to the edge of the tub where she crouched with her hands on the side. She felt overwhelmed to be facing away from him but when he closed the space between their bodies with his arms around her waist and chest against her back, she felt less vulnerable.

He had pleasured himself with her legs like that before but she had offered more than just that.

His right hand slid down until he found her opening.

"You’re already so wet," he whispered.

It wasn’t the water, but her own creation that was such a welcome sight to him.

"Then put it inside," she responded. "I want to feel what it’s like from this angle."