Wicked Husband-Chapter 28 - 27

" No," she wanted to argue, always eager to refute that he had consistently saved her. But he seemed to be referring to a moment Eileen didn’t recognize. Suddenly, she recalled something he had mentioned while glancing at the clock before.

"...Originally, it looked like this."

In that moment, just like now, she felt a strange unfamiliarity from Cesare. She didn’t know what to say to someone who appeared to be wandering alone in another time.

Eileen remained silent, seeking solace in his embrace. After a long silence, Cesare gently released her.

"It’s time to sleep now."

Obediently, Eileen nestled into the bed and pulled the covers around her. Cesare, with meticulous care, tucked the loose fabric around her neck, ensuring she was warm.

"Goodnight, Eileen."

He brushed her forehead once before attempting to leave. Eileen quickly withdrew her hand from under the blanket to grab onto Cesare.

Cesare looked down at the hand she held onto. Eileen gently released it and murmured softly.

"Goodnight."

Even as she spoke, her gaze remained captive to him. Though she half-expected him to turn and leave, Cesare met her eyes with a quiet intensity.

A flicker of laughter, unexpected and warm, danced in his crimson depths. Then, in a swift motion that sent a jolt through her, Cesare yanked the blanket back and slid into the bed beside her. He lay down beside her, supporting his head on one hand, their breaths mingling in the space between them. The rapid drumbeat of her heart echoed in her ears, a counterpoint to the quiet rasp of fabric against skin.

’What if he really hears it...?’

A flicker of hesitation crossed Eileen’s face, but she turned to face him nonetheless. Cesare responded by wrapping his other arm around her waist, drawing her in closer.

Enveloped in his warmth, a wave of security washed over Eileen. Yet, despite the comforting sensation, a voice of reason whispered a warning against recklessness.

Eileen’s reply held a hint of playfulness. "My husband should be the one taking care of me," she said.

Eileen’s playful remark banished her guilt instantly. Calming her nerves, she clasped his hands and squeezed.

’Can’t I just be a bit reckless tonight? The day had been a nightmare...’

Cesare’s absence, she realized, would only leave a void filled with his specter. His touch, once stifling, and his gaze, like a butcher’s cold assessment, now triggered a flood of past anxieties. Dreading their return, she burrowed closer to Cesare, seeking refuge in his warmth.

A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Uncomfortable?" he inquired.

"No," she mumbled, feeling her explanation fall flat. "It’s just... like last time, your hug eases the storm."

Shame bloomed on her cheeks after the confession, but the dim light of the bedroom offered a merciful shroud.

"But you said you didn’t like it before."

"That was the kiss..." she trailed off, cheeks warming. Had she lied, claiming dislike, then backtracked to uncertainty? From refusing honesty to this sudden openness, her emotions were a whirlwind.

Timidly, Elieen confessed that she liked hugs, Eileen tilted her head slightly and looked at Cesare. He gazed back at her calmly. Tilting her head, she peeked at Cesare, his gaze steady upon her. Their contact, once awkward, now felt strangely natural. Though tension lingered, it lacked the discomfort of unwelcome touches. Instead, she craved a deeper warmth from him.

As her lips parted slightly, Cesare leaned in. A soft "smooch" sounded as their lips met. Blinking open her eyes after a moment’s surprise, a casual question escaped her lips...

"Weren’t you looking at me to ask me to kiss you?"

It definitely wasn’t the case. But perhaps it was the languid air of the bedroom that made it somehow feel okay.

Eileen didn’t reply, instead burying her face in the comforting solidity of his chest. The heat in her cheeks subsided slowly, replaced by a nervous flutter in her stomach.

"The bad memories..." she mumbled, lifting her head slightly. "I keep replaying them, wishing I could forget them faster."

What kind of emotion flickered in Cesare’s eyes? Curiosity? Tenderness? She couldn’t tell, her gaze still fixed on the firm expanse of his chest.

"But here, it’s different," she whispered, "Here, with you, it feels okay."

Cesare, in her mind, stood on the fault line between good and evil. From their first meeting, he’d held a strange allure, a protector bathed in an almost angelic light. It might sound childish, but for her, it was true. He was a shield against the darkness, a guardian who could chase away the shadows.

Eileen gently raised her eyes. Even in the darkness, she could see his clear profile and whispered softly.

"And now... kissing seems okay too."

Her whisper was barely a breath, yet it hung heavy in the air. Cesare’s gaze softened, a flicker of something warm lighting his eyes. He cupped her face gently, his touch sending a jolt through her.

As soon as the shy confession fell, Cesare pulled Eileen’s waist closer, but with a tenderness that surprised her. Their bodies pressed together, a comforting warmth radiating from him. The second kiss began, a stark contrast to the first.

He nibbled on her lower lip somewhat roughly. A faint taste of blood lingered on her bitten lips. A shiver ran down her spine as his touch sent shivers down her spine.

A shy moan escaped her lips, a sound both startled and surprised at the intensity blossoming within her. Yet, the slight pain turned into a tingling sensation. His tongue delved into her mouth, exploring it recklessly.

She felt a thrilling sensation as his tongue grazed her sensitive palate. A whimper escaped her lips,

Thinking that she had become somewhat accustomed to kissing after a few tries before, she deluded herself. But she was keenly aware that it was nothing but a delusion.

This wasn’t like the tentative kisses they’d shared before. This was... different. Intense.

The sensations overwhelmed her, leaving Eileen squirmed slightly under his touch. Cesare pulled back a fraction, his brow furrowed in confusion. When she saw the creases forming on his forehead, Eileen unwittingly let out a moan, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Then suddenly, she felt a strange touch. At first, she thought he might have brought a gun into the bedroom.

But there couldn’t possibly be a gun changing shape like that. Realizing there must be something else in that spot, Eileen’s body froze in place.

The first thought that came to mind was–

’Is it really that big?’

Despite the thin layers of clothing, there was no mistaking it. Following that was a pure sense of curiosity.

’But wouldn’t it be too uncomfortable if it were this big?’

Her background in pharmacology and anatomy offered a theoretical understanding, yet Cesare’s was vastly different from what she knew as average.

A warmth pressed against her, growing more insistent as what had been soft moments ago hardened. The change was unmistakable, a vivid sensation even through the flimsy barrier of clothing.

"Careful, Eileen," Cesare murmured, his voice husky. A noticeable bulge pressed against his clothing. He bit her cheek playfully, then released it with a light warning.

"Those kinds of things shouldn’t be said so casually, especially in bed," he teased.

"But..." Eileen hesitated, a blush creeping up her neck. "We’re getting married, aren’t we?"

Perhaps it was because they were sharing the same bed that she found the courage to speak. Eileen hesitated to refute. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"You said I need to get used to it..."

Upon which, Cesare pressed his swollen member against Eileen’s body, wordlessly conveying his intentions. Quick to offer an excuse for her actions, Eileen protested.

"It’s not like that. I just... feel more comfortable with kissing now, that’s all."

"Good to hear."

Despite her attempt to downplay it, a flicker of heat danced across Eileen’s cheeks. Maybe her words had been a little too suggestive. Suddenly, Cesare was on top of her, his lips trailing a path of feathery kisses down her neck. The initial softness of his touch ignited a spark within her. As his hand grazed her chest, a low whimper escaped her lips, but it was a sound laced with desire, not discomfort.

Unlike the initial roughness, his hand softened, sending gentle waves of pleasure across her skin. The sensation of his touch molding her curves sent a delicious shiver down her spine. Yet, a surprise awaited.

A gasp escaped her lips as his lips reached the sensitive hollow above her chest. Simultaneously, a playful flick of his fingers grazed her n!pples, a spark igniting deep within. Her breath hitched, not in confusion, but in a surprised delight. He continued, a delicate dance of gentle pinches and feather-light scratches, drawing soft moans from her throat.

Eileen, her body flushed with a mix of anticipation and pleasure, couldn’t speak. Only strange, muffled moans emerged from her in her confusion.

"Ah, ah, huff..."

As Eileen squirmed, she heard Cesare let out a soft chuckle. He lifted his gaze from where he had been kissing her chest. Locking eyes with the hunched-over Eileen, he slowly parted his lips.

"Ah!"

And then he suddenly bit her n!pple.

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