My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 298: Her Body, His Home (R18)

Chapter 298: Her Body, His Home (R18)

The entire way forward, the duke uttered words of disbelief in his lack of self-control and Leonor’s willingness to let him have her.

The moment his wife was lying on the bed and expectantly looking up at her husband, Desmond crawled into bed and climbed over her, only speaking when she was between his arms and their legs were intertwined.

"Are you sure?" he asked her. "I will never forgive myself if you’re forcing yourself to do this for my sake. Please promise me that you’re feeling better."

"All I am is tired now," she admitted. "I want you to help me go to sleep. You know just how to do that."

She smiled at him sweetly and, since his eye had gotten used to the darkness, he could see her expression well.

What Leonor was referring to was all the times she fell asleep quickly after making love. Sometimes she went to sleep so quickly that she would still be completely naked and not clean. He tried to get her clean before she fell asleep so they could cuddle for a while afterward, but at times, he would return to her and find her unmoving.

She called him her sleeping spell, and he was beginning to believe it.

"You’re too much for me," he uttered. "Yet I can never get enough."

Desmond kissed her, and her legs wrapped around him, capturing him and bringing him closer to the place she truly wanted him. She could already feel how hard he was through the nightgown that still covered her. It caused her to pull him even closer.

"You don’t have to get me ready," Leonor whispered. "I want you right now."

His need to see for himself caused him to kiss her again slowly, but he brought his body away from hers and tested the waters by dipping his fingers between her petals and into the pool he desired to dive into.

She was dripping. It made his heart flip over in his chest.

Despite the cool room, he needed to see her. He pulled away further so he could rid her of her nightgown and taste the breasts he had been fantasizing about only a few minutes before.

His doubts were gone as he felt her become so receptive to him, and he melted into her.

As he tasted her body, he felt like he was at home. The surroundings didn’t matter. As long as he could feel his wife, he found a home. If she were there, he would have solace.

She became more impatient, and he realized this, so he decided to give in to her wishes and take her.

Desmond only slid his manhood into Leonor slowly at first, and she was rendered speechless as he teased her bundle of nerves with one of his adept fingers, giving her the pleasure she had been seeking that only he could give to her.

As she gripped the bed with one hand, the other went over her mouth, and she breathlessly uttered, "I feel I’m going to embarrass myself with how sensitive I feel."

"I want to hear you lose it," Desmond uttered.

He sheathed himself into her further, and she let out a pleased whine. It caused him to push her more aggressively, and his agonizingly slow movements became more purposeful. He really was intent on doing all the work, but he felt her hips rise and meet him, adding to his pleasure and wanting to take her further.

When her cries became louder, Desmond’s lips hungrily descended to hers, and he swallowed down her cries of pleasure so she wouldn’t feel the need to bite her lips and hurt herself just because of what she was feeling.

Desmond pulled out of her and rolled her to her side. He knew of an even more relaxed position that would give his wife the pleasure they were both seeking at that moment.

"I want you back inside," Leonor pleaded impatiently.

In response, Desmond gently bit the back of her neck that had been revealed to him as Leonor’s heavy hair fell into the bed.

After grabbing her hips, he slid into her from behind. When his hips were against her backside, he slid an arm underneath her so he could hold her tightly, with her breasts cradled in his arm. His free hand then slid between her legs and he began playing with her clit again as he slid in and out of her slowly but firmly.

She felt tighter at this angle. That, paired with their separation, was making it harder for him to hold on.

His fingers became even more aggressive against her pearl, which was the key to her pleasure. He even leaned his chest into her back and gently bit her neck. He wanted her to feel stimulated everywhere, so he wouldn’t win a race he didn’t want to win.

When her arm raised and he felt her grip his shoulder as she tried to come to terms with the sensation she was feeling, Desmond heard Leonor utter, "I’m going to come."

"Do it for me, please," he uttered back.

His words were embarrassing to Leonor, yet she was too far gone to acknowledge the fleeting feeling. The way he behaved in the bedroom was a secret only she was privy to, and it was enough for her to climb to the highest peak before she came crashing down in a climax.

Her body clenched around her husband’s length, and she was reduced to a panting mess when she finally felt his warm seed fill her up after only a couple more thrusts.

"It’s a lot," she whispered, embarrassed as they lay there, still connected to one another, but the only sound being their breathing as they tried to calm down.

They hadn’t made love in a long time, and it was evident by how much she could feel of their combined juices sliding out of her.

The thought of that got underneath Desmond’s skin.

He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he could have her a few more times. He knew it was better not to say anything and, as he felt his manhood start to harden and grow again, he quickly separated their bodies so she would be none the wiser.

When he returned with one wet cloth and another one dry, sure enough, Leonor was fast asleep.

Dutifully, he cleaned between her legs as carefully as he could, feeling somewhat bad that there was, indeed, more than normal leaking out of her. He then took the dry cloth and dried the sweat off of her body as well as finishing by drying off between her legs. He wanted her to be comfortable everywhere before he put her in another nightgown.

Since he had pushed the limits, he knew he should make sure she was as warm as possible.

However, before he covered her body, he couldn’t resist brushing his fingers over her nipples and watching the body that was all his respond to his touch, even though its owner was asleep.

His manhood stirred, and he smirked faintly before properly tucking in his wife and discarding the towels he had cleaned her with.

The duke was anxious that Leonor would wake up feeling worse than before because of his inability to control his desire, but, to his happiness and also dread, she seemed even better than she was the day before.

Happy because Leonor was healing. Dread because he knew that her getting better meant he needed to return to his duties for the kingdom. He needed to leave, but he needed to talk to his wife first and then to Stephano.

He couldn’t have Leonor in another unsafe situation while he was away. He wouldn’t rest well until he told his wife and dear friend what he needed to.