Saved By The Mad Duke
Chapter 172: To Feel Alive Again [R18]

Chapter 172: To Feel Alive Again [R18]

Tillian opened the door and took a few careful steps inside. Aideen was standing right in front of the wide bathtub, hot water dripping off her naked body. Her usually vibrant eyes were now empty and dull, her gaze fixed somewhere before her, aimless and distant.

"I brought the towels you forgot..." the duke stood before his wife and added, "Why didn’t you ask Bella or Safie to help you? Now––"

He quickly bit his tongue before finishing that sentence. It was too cruel to remind her that she could no longer use her powers to see, but it was even worse to assume she was helpless, especially since she could take care of herself even without being able to see. Just like she used to do before she awakened her mana.

As the princess ignored his insensitive words, Tillian decided to move on as well.

"Here... Let me help you dry your skin."

Aideen did not reply this time either.

Kneeling down before her, the man spread the towel open and started slowly moving it over his wife’s skin. Starting with her pale feet, he carefully moved up her legs and thighs, gently sliding the soft fabric of the towel over her smooth skin.

The strong flowery aroma emanating from the woman’s body was driving the duke crazy and as he moved his hands higher again, the towel slipped from his shaking hands which resulted in his bare hands pressing against the skin of Aideen’s buttocks.

"Tillian..."

The princess’s quiet voice struck the duke like a lightning bolt, making his entire body flinch.

"I’m sorry, let me grab a new towel..."

"No."

This time, Aideen’s voice was colder and more assertive. She covered her husband’s hands with hers and added in the same tone,

"I want you to touch me with your hands... I want your touch on me. I think I have forgotten... everything."

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Tillian carefully spread Aideen’s legs apart, his hands gently sliding over the inner sides of her thighs. The woman grabbed the warm rims of the bathtub with both hands and leaned slightly backwards, feeling her husband’s hot breath on her tender skin.

Without saying a word, the duke followed the princess’s request as if it were a royal order. He traced his soft lips over the woman’s skin, slowly making his way towards her crotch, and as his mouth landed on top of it, he looked up at his wife, waiting for her reaction.

He wasn’t disappointed; the moment his hot lips touched her sensitive skin, Aideen released a light gasp, indicating her readiness to accept more. Thus, allowing no more room for hesitation, Tillian slid his tongue over her most sensitive spot, fixing his hands on the woman’s lower back to make sure she would not escape him.

As he kept moving his tongue, Aideen’s breathing became faster, her lips parting more often to release suppressed gasps and quiet moans, and the closer she was getting to climaxing, the harder she tried to pull his face away by holding onto his hair, but the duke had no intention to give up.

Suddenly, his wife placed her right foot on his crotch and slid it up and down several times which finally made Tillian stop and raise his hand, fixing his feverish gaze on the woman’s face.

"Aideen, what are you doing?"

His question was left without an answer once again. Persistent in her intentions, the princess continued to move her foot over the man’s crotch, her eyes closed as she felt his excitement through his pants.

Tillian lost his cool for a moment. Aideen’s touch made him feel as if all the blood in his body rushed down to his perineum, the pleasant sensations caused by her foot rubbing against his pants were almost unbearable.

In an attempt to suppress his boiling emotions, he grabbed her foot and brought it closer to his face, wrapping his lips over her toes and sliding his tongue between them.

"Tillian, no... It’s not what I want..."

Removing his mouth from her foot, he grinned slightly, and asked,

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Bed... Tale me to bed, please."

"Very well, My Lady."

Duke Valentine skillfully wrapped his arms around his wife and lifted her in the air, her legs instinctively enveloping his waist. As he carried her back to the bed, Aideen felt him rub against her crotch with every step, stimulating her desire even more. And when he finally laid her on the bed, the princess pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and pressed her lips passionately against his.

"Do it..." her hot whisper brushed against the red skin of Tillian’s lips as his wife continued, "I want you inside me this instant... Do it, Tillian."

With his lips still engaged in the passionate kiss, the man unzipped his pants and obeyed the princess’s command.

The moment their flesh connected, they seemed to have lost themselves in each other’s touch. While Tillian’s movements were desperate yet careful, Aideen’s ardor was like an all-consuming fire, and before the duke could understand what was happening, he found himself lying on his back with his wife sitting on top of him.

She had no desire to think about her actions. At that very moment, all she wanted was a moment of relief, a moment of pleasure that could help her forget about her misery, and, most importantly, a moment of intimacy she could only share with Tillian. She wanted to forget about the very last ounce of pain her body dared to store while also remembering the tender feeling of being loved and adored by someone who could only see her; by someone who could see nothing but her.

Moving her hips faster, her hands were caught by her husband’s grasp, interlacing his fingers with hers. At last, Aideen felt like she was in control of everything––in control of her body, in control of her mind, in control of her heart.

The sweet sensations given to her by her husband’s touch made her mind go numb and finally let go of everything that had been burdening her up until now. And the last spark of pleasure sent vibrating shivers all over her body, the princess was finally able to give in, allowing her entire being to feel alive again.

"Aideen?" Panting loudly, Tillian finally managed to voice the name of his wife, his chest heaving as Aideen’s head touched it, her body spreading all over his.

"Aideen? Are you alright?" He attempted to get at least some kind of response from his wife but none followed.

Both the evident despair and the mindless passion made it painfully clear––the princess wanted to numb her pain by feeling something different and while he wasn’t entirely sure whether it was right for him to succumb to her primal desires, he had to admit that it made him feel better that she could finally allow herself feel something other than pain.