My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 227: Escaping the Beast

Chapter 227: Escaping the Beast

After all they did together, Desmond was somewhat amazed that Leonor could be self-conscious in front of him.

However, that wasn’t his main concern. He was worried about her physical state.

Marks marred her breasts and neck. He didn’t know that he had gotten so carried away by the taste of her skin but he felt awful.

"Was I too rough with you?" he asked, horrified. "Please forgive me for being an animal. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you."

Leonor felt instant relief that his words weren’t of ridicule but concern. It wasn’t as if he ever treated her the way her father did, but the mental scars from being under someone’s overly critical thumb were lifelong.

"Of course not," Leonor argued.

Her sapphire eyes dropped to her chest. She would have to look at her neck in a mirror later on.

There were clear teeth marks and light hickeys on her flesh. The skin around her breasts was always pale because they never saw the light of day. The marks looked more extreme because of the contrast.

Her face reddened.

"I didn’t even realize this happened," she admitted shyly. "I’m not sure where my mind goes during those moments."

He felt suddenly smug. His inherent goal was always to make her think of nothing else except for him. He felt it was the only way to make her like him. If she only thought of him, then she might finally understand how he feels about her.

All he did every day was think about her.

Despite Leonor’s embarrassment, she bit the inside of her lip and requested her husband look down so she could wash him thoroughly from the top of his head down to his legs just as he did with her.

Times like that, she no longer requested he close his eyes but his light smirk at her blushing face made her want to tell him to stop looking at her. Without saying anything, he was making her feel embarrassed.

With the last pitcher full of water over Desmond, Leonor pulled away.

"Now stop looking at me," she requested, looking away pointedly and turning herself away so she no longer had to face him.

His muscular arms went around Leonor, hugging her knees that she had brought to her chest.

"Why would I when I have such a charming wife?" he asked her. "It’s truly a wonder no one else swept you away while I was away. How could I blame them?"

Leonor smiled secretly, thinking of all the times Quinn told her she was oblivious to men trying to court her while at the Academy. She had someone else filling up her heart. It was hard to even notice men’s gazes.

She could always use the excuse that her father was very particular about the men she spent time with. Considering Quinn had no interest in her, she could link her arm with his and be on her way–other male mages not being able to compare to the number one mage in his graduating class.

"I could never," she argued quietly. "Not when my heart is so full of you."

"And your body can be as well whenever you ask for it," Desmond uttered, nuzzling into her neck.

Leonor lurched forward in the tub. She had to be careful or she was certain she would feel his manhood stand at attention once again. Her body was trembling each time she exerted her muscles. He had thoroughly exercised her.

She wondered if she should start training with offensive magic more seriously because it would help raise her stamina if he was going to work her to the very end like that.

When she had escaped his grasp, she lifted herself by holding onto the side of the tub and reaching for a towel.

"I know what will happen if I stay there longer," she said. "I will be useless tomorrow if you work me just as hard once again."

Desmond began to drain the water but his eyes never left Leonor long and the amusement on his lips never stopped. She was certainly right. If he had his way, he would explore Leonor’s body in new positions until the sun rose the following morning.

He would have to give King Stephano a bit more trouble the next day considering he was blocking him from Leonor even when he wasn’t right in front of him.

Desmond followed Leonor’s lead and began to dry himself off as well. She had already escaped to the bedroom by the time he made it to the main room and she was struggling to get into a nightgown when he could catch up to her.

However, the large picture window in the room was still open and the tall buildings made him paranoid even if none of them were particularly close to the inn. He immediately went to the window and closed the wooden shutters that would keep them private from the outside.

He helped Leonor into her nightgown even though he would have preferred for her to remain stark naked through the night. It was no wonder she couldn’t trust him because if she embraced him fully naked he would certainly try for something more. At times it felt like his manhood had a mind of its own.

"I wish I could argue with you," Desmond admitted as he went to his own trunk and pulled on a pair of sleeping shorts so he wouldn’t be too warm with the fire burning to keep Leonor warm. "I already want you again when I’ve just had you. I don’t know how I turned out like this."

Leonor walked forward and she leaned into him once he was clothed so she could hug him.

"We were apart for a long time," she admitted quietly. "I desired you all the while. I can only imagine how you feel..."

She had to pull away, feeling self-conscious about what she was saying and she walked towards the bed where she had left a hairbrush and oil to deal with her hair.

Desmond knew her bedtime routine after a bath very well and he beat her to the brush before she could grab it.

"You have no idea, Leonor," he admitted. "The desire to see you naked was enough to carry me for months and years. I think I lived because I still hadn’t fulfilled that dream. Perhaps I can die happily now."

Even as he brushed her hair so gently, she had to turn and elbow him in the side, though she knew nothing she could do would hurt him. He was far stronger than her.

"Shameless," she uttered. "I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. Perhaps my stamina will one day match yours then I will be able to give you myself whenever you behave this way."

The thought was too much for Desmond to handle.

"One day," he uttered, a bit strained as he brushed her hair for her and put oil in it so it would lay the way she wanted it to.

Shortly after, they climbed into bed together and Desmond’s arm became Leonor’s pillow as it always seemed to.

Since she wouldn’t allow him to have his way with her again, Desmond drifted off to sleep, imagining what they could do to raise Leonor’s stamina.

His desire truly knew no bounds.

Unfortunately, he would have to put a cap on it while they traveled the next day and went to the central capital and the palace.