My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 253: Awake or Dreaming? (R18)

Chapter 253: Awake or Dreaming? (R18)

Desmond was being so different that day, Leonor wanted to find it alarming. However, because he was him, she fell into his embrace and let him do as he pleased because she found pleasure in everything he was doing.

Even though she knew deep down that she would normally be embarrassed by the situation, she didn’t have resistance as she opened her eyes to her husband’s request.

He continued teasing her with his fingers while still sliding his manhood in and out of her, ensuring she was feeling every inch of him.

"You’re the one looking so hungry... ah!" she cried out, unable to keep herself together.

"My favorite food has been offered to me," he whispered. "What do you expect?"

If he could do what they were doing instead of eating, he certainly would. Even though she was the one eating him, he felt full.

He couldn’t speak anymore as he bit her neck and shoulder, but his eye remained on the reflection.

For some reason, Leonor watching Desmond touch her body and push her closer to the edge of pleasure was what made her orgasm come swiftly. She tried to keep herself together, but she fell forward as she cried out.

Her trembling arms were already worn out from that day and they collapsed underneath her. She was on her elbows as he continued his onslaught from behind.

She had to admit that it felt wonderful for her breasts to brush against the bedding each time Desmond thrust into her. She was stimulated everywhere and her back further arched.

His hands went to her hips again and she felt so small in his grasp.

The way she quivered around him as her body became sensitive from the orgasm he had given her, Desmond knew he wouldn’t last for much longer.

With each thrust, he felt like he was reaching a bit deeper until it became too much for him.

"Oh, Leonor," he uttered. "Ugh!"

He only finished when he was buried as deep as he could get. His manhood twitched wildly as he filled her with his seed.

It was a feeling he could never get used to.

Not only was it physically satisfying, but he also felt like Leonor couldn’t be his more than she was while she allowed him to take her body and do exactly what he wanted.

He pulled himself out of her and kissed her lower back.

As he stepped away, Leonor slid off of the bed.

She intended to stand up and get into other clothing since it was still early in the day.

However, her legs gave out and all she could do was shamefully bury her face in her arms. Since she worked so hard that day, her legs were overcooked noodles underneath her.

Desmond had taken her to another level of physical fatigue.

It didn’t concern her when she was in the throws of passion but she was finally feeling it and paying for it greatly.

"Leonor!" Desmond exclaimed, immediately at her side as concern welled up within him. "What in God’s name happened?"

"I worked myself very hard already today," she uttered against the bedding. "You worked me a bit harder."

She turned her head to look at him and an embarrassed smile pulled at her lips.

Only then did he see her exhaustion. Did she always look so tired? He wondered. Was he such a bastard to ignore it because he wanted her so badly?

Without thinking further, Desmond scooped his wife up in his arms. He went to the bathroom and sat on the edge as he prepared a bath for her.

It was too early in the day for their maids to prepare them for the bath they often took in the evening. He was going to have to do it himself.

When the warm water reached up to Leonor’s legs, Desmond got her comfortable with a towel behind her neck.

"I’ll be right back," he said.

Even though he only wore undershorts, Desmond put a robe over his shoulders and walked into the hallway, only stopping when he found a maid.

"I need something restorative and soothing for Leonor’s bath," he said. "She has exhausted herself in mana training today."

Anyone who saw the state of dress the duke was in could imagine otherwise. Luckily, he had loyal helpers who wouldn’t tease him and would keep a tight lip.

The maid asked if she should help, but he simply thanked her and took the items from her hands.

Even though it was standard for maids to be so acquainted with the people they helped and see them completely naked as they bathed, Desmond didn’t like it. Even the eyes of women on his wife were too much for him.

As he became possessive of Leonor, he regretted all the time he wasted allowing his maids to take care of her. They saw her bathe and even helped her wash herself.

Even if he was busy, he was never too busy to take care of his wife.

Desmond returned to the room and then the bathroom to find Leonor with a peaceful expression on her face. Her eyes were shut and she seemed like she could fall asleep at any moment.

They gave him salts and oils to help soothe Leonor and he dropped both in the tub until the containers were empty and a lavender smell overtook the bathroom. Luckily, it was the milder of the flowers and wasn’t too overbearing but rather fresh.

The scent changing caused Leonor to open her eyes and she saw her husband sitting just outside of the bath.

"Aren’t you going to join me?" she asked before turning her head away and muffling a yawn with her arm.

Her movements were languid and her eyes seemed heavy.

"I’m going to bathe you then take you to bed," he said. "I’ll let you nap while I retrieve dinner for you. You ought to eat from bed today."

"That seems so excessive," she uttered.

"You hardly look like you’ll stay awake for longer than five minutes," Desmond argued. "Please let me take care of you since I was the final blow to your energy, it seems. I’m sorry even though apologizing doesn’t feel like enough."

Leonor turned her head towards him again and gave him a small smile as his hand met her cheek and he gently stroked her face. She wouldn’t argue because she knew he was right.

"You’re forgiven if you take care of me from the bath," she said. "You’re a much more comfortable pillow than this towel."

Desmond relented by removing his clothes and sliding into the tub behind her and she used his chest as a pillow while he washed her.

His gentle movements made her realize the true breadth of her exhaustion. She felt her head lull to the side and he held her quietly for a few moments.

Desmond kissed her forehead. She was completely washed but he would allow her to soak in the tub for a while if it helped her relax.

Normally they wouldn’t sleep for a few more hours but he could tell she must have pushed herself that day. At least it didn’t seem to be mana depletion as much as physical exertion that she would have to get used to once more.

When she was dried off, he helped her into a nightgown and placed her in the bed.

As expected, when he returned with a meal for her, she was fast asleep with Eve cuddled up to her.

He woke her up for food and she requested someone brew the tea she had brought back from Quinn. She was woken up again to drink the tea.

After that, it was time for her to call it a night.

Desmond wasn’t tired at first but he cuddled up with her the rest of the night, feeling terrible for playing a part in some of her exhaustion.