My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 225: Far From Finished (R18)

Chapter 225: Far From Finished (R18)

Since it was only the second time they had joined their bodies, Leonor was still worried about the pain she felt before. Yet the more he touched her, the more it felt natural for them to keep going.

Fears of her desire were momentarily forgotten as Desmond used his fingers to get her ready for what he was about to do to her. Her body felt like it was opening to him as her back relaxed and her eyes drifted closed.

Leonor further settled into the position of kneeling inside of a bathtub. Her back arched and Desmond was given a better view of her perfectly curved backside.

There was nothing else to say–no more permission to seek. She verbally told him what she wanted and her body now proved her words.

He directed his head into her drenched core and he eased into her, his teeth clenched and eye shut as he tried adjusting to what he was feeling.

"Relax," he whispered.

His other hand remained on the front of her as he pushed himself inside. As soon as his middle finger met the pearl atop her opening, Leonor gasped and Desmond felt it easier to slide into her deeper. He went until his body was firmly against hers and the pressure of feeling her on all sides of him was making him drunk with desire.

"Good," he whispered again, praising her for allowing him inside.

Leonor felt relieved that it didn’t hurt, but the slow pace he had taken to was dizzying. Even though her body had relaxed, she felt some sort of urgency.

"You may move," she uttered. "Please."

Desmond wanted to hold her while he began and, even though her body felt relaxed, he lifted her so she was standing with her back against his chest.

With his arms around her and his lips against her neck, he began to thrust in and out of his treasure. She felt so moldable in his hands as she gave in to the sensations he was eliciting from her.

In this position, he felt he could reach even deeper inside of her than the last time they did it with one another.

The strokes between the two of them were firm but the way he was thrusting into her was sending shivers throughout her body that radiated from her core. She felt like a mess. If he let go of her she might actually melt into the puddle she felt like considering he was melting her from the inside out.

"I never knew it was possible to feel like this," Desmond uttered as he overwhelmed his wife’s body.

One of his hands slid to her breast and he teased her nipple all the while keeping up with the firm movements of his hips as he relearned what her body felt like from the inside.

"Ah, Desmond!" she cried as his finger against her breast and one of his deepest thrusts happened at the same time.

Two parts of her being overwhelmed at one time. She didn’t know how to handle feeling so much goodness at one time.

Desmond had to let go of her body so he could slide one of his hands further into her core and find the bundle of nerves that would certainly make her lose herself completely.

However, his letting her go made her fall back into the side of the tub and she had to grip the side with shaky hands so she wouldn’t fall over completely. Her back arched again and it took him inside of her even deeper. It even stimulated the part of her he was already stroking with his fingers.

Her quiet gasps started sounding more desperate as the feeling built up inside of her. Her inhibitions were leaving her as her body only knew how to seek pleasure. Each movement in response to his thrusting was her body’s way of seeking blissful release.

She began thrusting against him just as hard as he was against her and he was able to hold still while her arms and legs did the work of throwing her body backwards against him. Each time he felt himself impale the deepest part of her, words fell out of his lips unexpectedly.

"I don’t want to go without this feeling ever again," he gasped.

He wanted to chide her for trusting him with her body because he was going to beg for it if she ever made him go without again.

However, she was falling into pleasure and would hardly even hear him. He could tell she was starting to lose control as her body clenched. It took every bit of his self-control not to let go at that moment.

He leaned into her and his finger became faster against her clit until she finally had no choice but to give in and an orgasm struck her frame. He had to hold onto her waist or she might fall into the water below them.

Leonor cried out shamelessly as she climaxed, it struck her so swiftly that she felt like she could pass out after being engulfed in such intense feeling.

Seeing that Leonor needed a moment, Desmond simply held onto her hips as she caught her breath and got herself together. Even though the last thing he wanted to do was stop, he would give her a moment.

After getting her bearings, Desmond wrapped his arms around her and lifted her again.

"May I face you now?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she uttered.

He slid himself out of her, eliciting a groan of objection from her at the liquids that fell out as he did so. It was strange to be so full and then so empty all of a sudden.

Rather than explaining himself, he turned Leonor around then he lifted her so she was sitting on the side of the bathtub against the wall.

After spreading her legs again, he sheathed himself inside of her once more, causing her entire body to shudder.

"Desmond," she gasped.

"I’m not finished yet," he said. "I need you so much more than that. Hold onto me."

His need for her was too much to handle but once she embraced him, she was convinced by his gentle touch despite the way his hard manhood penetrated her so endlessly.

The thought of having too much of a good thing was the furthest from her mind at that point.