My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 244: Do As You Please

Chapter 244: Do As You Please

The kiss was so unexpected that Leonor found herself completely breathless and devoid of any response other than melting into her husband and placing her hands on either side of his face as she tried to steady herself and her spinning head.

When the breathlessness caught up to her, Leonor broke the kiss but she rested her forehead against Desmond’s lips and he gently planted more kisses on her forehead. She could feel him smiling.

"You caught me by surprise," she admitted, catching her breath. "I thought I was going to suffocate."

"Let me be your air," Desmond whispered.

How he could say something so unbelievably cheesy yet the way it made her stomach flip was beyond her.

She looked at him incredulously but he ignored it and kissed her once more. At least with that one she was less taken aback and got comfortable as she leaned into him.

It was hard to determine when his kisses were enough to distract her from their naked bodies against one another. Months before, she had been so incredibly insecure and hyper-aware of each inch of her skin that touched him as well as which pieces of him were touching her and where.

She was so comfortable with him, that she was at a point when she could allow herself to go along for the ride and let Desmond do mostly as he pleased. He was the gatekeeper to her body as well as the only one allowed to enter.

Desmond knew he was getting carried away as his hand started to stray closer to her body underneath the sweet-smelling water that had been prepared for them. They were there to bathe and he witnessed Leonor try to hold back a yawn multiple times that evening.

Before he could start to beg like the dog that he was, Desmond broke the kiss by punctuating it with the most chaste kiss he had offered her since they came into the tub.

"Let me wash you," he requested. "I want to massage every inch of your body so that the stress of travel leaves completely and you feel normal once again."

She contemplated it first, although Desmond still went for a shelf near the tub containing oils, soaps, and cloth that would allow him to wash his wife properly.

He smelled a pale pink bar of soap and found it to be too floral. The green had hints of mint and other herbs while the cream colored one seemed to be infused with cinnamon again.

"I’m growing fond of cinnamon on your body," Desmond admitted.

"Do as you please," Leonor responded with a smile.

It was fitting for the season. Cinnamon cookies and bread were more common as autumn set in and merchants brought in spice from all ends of the globe.

Doing as he pleased included working Leonor from head to toe. As promised, the cloth washed the soap over her body first but his hands soon followed and his fingers massaged her muscles.

She liked a firm massage and had to brace herself along the side of the tub as she felt him press into her freshly clean skin. His calloused hands felt particularly good.

However, it caused a thought to strike her.

"Your hands are still so calloused for someone who is meant to only carry a sword for self-defense," Leonor muttered.

She leaned into her folded arms that rested along the side of the tub, her chin pressing into her forearm. A sigh soon escaped as she was forced into a state of relaxation because of Desmond.

Desmond bit the inside of his lip. He couldn’t keep secrets from his wife. Yet her lack of response told him that she likely suspected he occasionally left to practice with his sword. She knew him better than anyone else in the world, after all.

As his large hands left her shoulders and traveled lower on her back, he planted a kiss against the warm skin he had just touched.

"I can’t keep secrets from you," he whispered.

"At least be careful," she responded. "Don’t push yourself hard enough to get hurt. Otherwise, I will heal you whether you like it or not."

He had emphasized how important swordsmanship was to an Eirenguardian and she felt it wasn’t her place to tell him to completely cease something that was part of his blood. If she was to love him fully, she needed to accept all parts of him.

And she did love him fully.

"Yes, my dear," he said. "We will both practice not pushing ourselves past our limits."

He was hinting heavily at the time she woke up in his bed depleted of mana and worrying everyone.

Leonor left the side of the tub and she turned to Desmond.

"It’s your turn for a massage and a wash," she said, ignoring his last comment.

The tub was large and flat and she leaned into the side of it, using it as a backrest. Her legs spread and she gestured for Desmond to come closer so he could use her as something to lean against.

He crawled forward in the water and kissed her, but before he could lean into her as she requested, he grabbed a towel so she could lean against something soft rather than the hard edge of the bath.

He was thoughtful as always. She kissed his cheek before he could settle down.

With her knees bent and her husband using her as a backrest, she started washing him the way he washed her. His hairless and scarred head first received washing with the mint scented soap. She made sure his eyes were shut before she dumped water over him.

She worked her way lower and lower, deciding to wash him first before rinsing off the water and working her magic into the hard muscles covering nearly his entire body.

Desmond’s normally straight posture slumped as Leonor sat up straighter and started at his neck. He could feel himself get stiffer the longer he had to accept that most of his work would be done at a desk. Her magical hands were doing wonders to loosen up that feeling.

As Leonor went down his trapezius muscles and to his shoulders, she heard him occasionally sigh and his head rolled forward as she tried her best to give him as firm of a massage as he gave to her. Just like her, he preferred a firm massage considering he worked his body very hard for much of his life.

After her hands stopped messaging him, she slid them around his waist and hugged him. Her bare chest was against his bare back but she didn’t mind. It felt comfortable.

Both her hands were midway up his body but one started to slide higher and she pressed into his chest, hinting to him that she wanted him to lean back and relax more.

However, the other hand started to slide lower.