My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 226: Insatiable (R18)

Chapter 226: Insatiable (R18)

A man lost in a desert wouldn’t have such an insatiable thirst as Desmond did then. Even though Leonor was thoroughly exhausted, she pulled through because of the pleading tone Desmond used as he confessed to her that he needed more.

Loving him was exhilarating. She would sacrifice resting for him if this was what it took for him to feel loved thoroughly.

However, it wasn’t as if she wasn’t getting something out of their situation. With each thrust into her, she could feel pleasure building inside of her again and she couldn’t believe that it was only their second time joining in such a way.

The months of learning what one another liked seemed to have paid off for them as they explored a new avenue in their physical relationship.

Leonor’s eyes were squeezed shut as she uttered, "I never expected to like this so much."

Not only did her arms hug him but her legs wrapped around him as she was pressed into the tub and wall. All of the external factors yet she could only feel him.

Desmond realized he preferred to be entirely surrounded by Leonor while they made love. Caught in her arms and legs like a trap, he found himself getting closer to the edge of pleasure much more quickly.

The smell of her unwashed hair as he buried his nose in it was far too much for him to handle.

His thrusting became slower. He wanted to feel her lose control once more. Even though he was already in a situation that lacked self-control, he would have to learn to practice it. Regardless of what he did, it felt good enough that he could lose his mind at any moment.

As his hips became more purposeful with each action every time he was fully buried inside of her, Leonor’s hand moved from his back to her mouth as noises escaped her she had never heard before. The moans were shameless yet she was not.

"Wh-what are you doing with your hips?" she gasped. "It’s–"

She buried her face in his neck until she could no longer breathe. He was supposed to be as new as she was to lovemaking yet he seemed to know exactly what she needed each time he moved his body.

It was becoming too much for her and her efforts to cover her lips so she wouldn’t cry out and let the neighbors in on the secrets they were sharing in their bathroom were for not. She cried out as if she were going through something miserable, but she simply didn’t know how to handle what he was doing to her.

Her lack of control made her body squeeze around Desmond’s manhood erratically and he cried out his wife’s name as he filled her with his seed, guaranteeing that she wouldn’t forget what they had done together for a long time after.

The first time they made love, she noticed that day fluids were leaking out of her and it was an overwhelming sensation to get used to that made it almost impossible to walk. Luckily it was still early enough in the afternoon she would be able to get over that feeling before she was to see His Majesty the following day.

They both held onto each other for a while longer even though they were both incredibly sweaty.

Before Desmond could pull himself out of her, he captured her lips twice then three times as a silent thank you for what she had allowed him to do to her.

As expected, the water in the bath that had been sloshing around at their movements had run cold and they decided to drain most of it before replacing it with warm water.

Desmond held Leonor as they watched the bath fill up and they turned off the water, still amazed that such a convenient invention was available to them in the capital.

Since he was finally satiated, Desmond began washing his wife from head to toe just as he promised.

"This one smells like cinnamon," he noticed as he brought forward a pale brown bar of soap. "Would you like to smell like that? It reminds me of the first day we made love. I tasted it on your lips that morning."

Leonor’s eyes widened even though Desmond couldn’t see her expression since she was sitting in front of him. He remembered the most bizarre details at times, though it made her realize just how much he truly paid attention and it was heartwarming as much as it was surprising.

Moments like that she knew he truly loved her and he spent his entire adulthood so far doing such just as she had for him.

"I wouldn’t mind smelling like cinnamon," she admitted.

As his hands slid over her body with a cloth and the bar of soap, she noticed notes of vanilla, cinnamon, and clove. It was fitting for the season considering spices were usually dried and powdered by the time it reached autumn so desserts and foods around that time often fit that theme.

When Leonor was thoroughly washed, Desmond reached for a clay pitcher sitting next to the tub and he filled it with fresh warm water to dump over Leonor’s head as she leaned back so it wouldn’t get into her eyes.

With the finishing touch, she was finally clean for the first time since they left Villaluc. She smelled like a dessert and was undoubtedly as sweet as one as well.

For a few moments, she simply relaxed. Yet she wasn’t finished.

"It’s your turn to bathe," Leonor said. "You did it all for me now I want to repay the favor."

Desmond didn’t object as she turned around and placed her legs over his so her heels were pressed on the back of the tub that his back leaned against. That way she could get most of his body but still be able to sit in the warm water. She dreaded the thought of having to get out and be cold.

However, as Leonor faced her husband, she saw his eye widen as he stared down at her.

She covered her breasts self-consciously.