My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 245: Becoming Greedy (R18)

Chapter 245: Becoming Greedy (R18)

In times when Leonor was the one to take the lead in any sort of intimate situation, Desmond felt like his wildest dreams were coming true.

Timid Leonor who used to blush from a mere glance at him from a distance had grown into a terrifying woman who took charge and allowed herself to follow her desires. To be married to her was the greatest gift in the universe.

She didn’t have to feel guilty for desiring her husband. He was slowly breaking down the barrier of her guilt and helping her realize it.

"What are you getting up to?" Desmond whispered, feeling his stomach flutter as her fingers went down his rows of abs.

He was flustered.

"Relax," Leonor whispered against the back of his neck, only able to reach it since he had sunken lower and his feet outstretched, reaching the other side of the tub.

Her lips remained pressed against his lower neck as she felt his body. He was so large that she couldn’t see over him but his anatomy was familiar to her. She admired it many times and had plenty of time with her hands on his body as she gained confidence in that area of their relationship.

Lower and lower her hand went until she found the appendage already partially hard from her ministrations. A simple touch from her could excite him and she took pride in that fact very much.

She encircled his manhood with her hand and stroked it only twice before realizing he was fully hard.

For a moment, Desmond thought that was all she was doing and he started to sit up, deciding he wanted her to have a bit of attention as well.

Yet her hand on his chest pulling him towards her remained firm and she kept him down.

"Stay here," she whispered. "I want to feel you for a while."

Desmond couldn’t bring himself to utter a response.

Instead, his eyes fluttered shut and he allowed himself to feel all that Leonor was doing to him. To say he had been stressed out about the situation regarding Castille and the Eirenguardians was an understatement. He never felt at rest knowing two kingdoms he cared deeply for were in a tense situation.

He couldn’t think for much longer as the warm water and Leonor’s hand made him forget his problems.

All that filled the room for a while were Desmond’s gasps as he fell into pure bliss of his wife pleasuring him. If that was how he could punctuate each day, he believed he could become a greedy man.

While he always knew he was a jealous problem when it came to Leonor, having her undivided attention made him feel like he was on top of the world.

As she touched Desmond, Leonor occasionally kissed what she could reach of his neck and back but it was hard considering how far her arm had to stretch to reach his manhood. He had grown into a large man while her height hadn’t changed all that much.

A surprising response to the situation was the way she became so turned on at the sound of him enjoying himself through her touch.

She was reminded of just how effective a hand could be. It was doing enough for Desmond by the way he moaned and the way her heart beat between her legs.

She realized she wanted to be touched even though she was insistent on making that moment about him.

It didn’t take long before Desmond grabbed Leonor’s wrist gently and he whispered, "I’m going to come and soil this water."

"We’ll get out," she insisted.

Her hand didn’t cease its movements despite his warning and she was soon met with a satisfying moan of her name and his seed floating to the surface of the deep water. It was thick as if they hadn’t done it the night before.

Desmond was quick to regain his senses as he stood up, scooping his wife out of the water and finding the golden rack of large fluffy cream-colored towels with gold stitching on the bottom edges.

He placed her on the counter and dried her head to toe while he remained dripping.

Leonor grabbed the towel from him and did the same for him, wanting it to be equal.

His body was quick to respond to her touch again and she didn’t know if she should address it. She still wanted him but she didn’t know how to say it without embarrassing herself despite what they had just done together.

After Leonor’s hair was dried off, the two of them got into night clothes that felt suitable enough for the extravagant room that was theirs for the foreseeable future.

The bedding was fluffy and smelled freshly washed despite Stephano saying that no one occupied that space before.

Leonor climbed into bed and Desmond only joined her after bringing a golden candle snuffer around the room and extinguishing all but one candle at their bedside. It was enough for them to settle down and it would certainly be out by the time they woke up the next morning.

Often, the smell of smoke was enough for Desmond to wake up in a panic, but he tried to keep his reactions subtle to not wake his wife.

However, when Desmond was cuddled up to Leonor, he found himself restless as their bodies were together. It certainly didn’t help that, as he kissed Leonor’s bare shoulder and one of his hands found her hips, she ground her backside into his manhood.

"Are you doing that on purpose?" he uttered.

A light laugh escaped his young wife so he more purposefully grinded into her.

"Put it in," Leonor whispered and she shifted so her nightgown was over her hips.

Desmond slid a hand between her legs and found her womanhood already drenched for him.

"I’m more than ready," she said. "Please, take me."

Upon his wife’s request, he lowered his shorts and he found her folds from the back. He only sank his head into her and gauged her reaction, waiting for approval before he continued.

They made love with one another in such a lazy yet nonetheless satisfying position.

Leonor was certain there would be the purple marks of his love bites on her back the next day but it was well worth the feeling of connecting with her husband in such a way.

She had a desire to punctuate her day with that every evening.