Wicked Husband-Chapter 29 - 28

He drew one n!pple into his warm mouth, a gentle suck followed by a soft caress of his tongue. The thin fabric, dampened by his touch, clung intimately. A shiver of delicious pleasure danced down Eileen’s spine.

With a gasp, he mirrored his action on the other n!pple, a gasp that quickly turned into a low moan as shivers erupted across her skin. The slippery, sticky sensation of his licking and the sharp feeling of his nails scratching made her body react strangely.

Forgotten corners of her body awakened, blossoming with a heightened sensitivity. As awareness flooded her, a heat pooled in her lower abdomen, a warmth that spread like a wildfire. It was a delicious, tingling sensation that defied explanation, leaving her breathless with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation.

A wave of sensation crashed over Eileen, unlike anything she’d ever known. It defied explanation, a kaleidoscope of pleasure that rendered her past experiences irrelevant. Even breathing felt different, a shallow gasp escaping her lips as if caught in a current.

A fleeting thought brushed past – the awareness of her heightened sensitivity, the peaks straining against the fabric. But the thought was a mere ripple in the tidal wave of pleasure that engulfed her. But Eileen didn’t have the presence of mind to examine her own body. She was just desperately trying to endure the overwhelming, unfamiliar pleasure.

"Oh, oh, Your Grace, please, stop, it’s strange..."

"You should call me by my name, Eileen."

"Oh, Your Grace, still..."

"I’m sure my name is not ’Your Grace.’"

The thought of daring to resist crossed her mind. But succumbing to the force of his biting grip on her n!pple, she called out his name.

"Ce... Cesare..."

"Yes."

"Please, stop, can’t we stop this?"

"No."

"Ugh, please..."

"You need to get used to it."

Locking eyes with the trembling Eileen, Cesare whispered teasingly.

"Isn’t this getting you used to it?"

"But, ugh, but..."

She repeated the same words in a daze. Her mind, once a meticulously organized space, was now a hazy landscape painted with the vibrant hues of burgeoning desire. Finally, a single, primal phrase broke through the fog.

"It’s too hot down there..."

Grimacing and burning, it felt like something was swelling up, not just burning but throbbing painfully. When she said that it felt like it hurt, he kissed Eileen again.

The hand that was touching her chest moved further down, lifting the hem of her dress. He slipped his hand between Eileen’s legs.

The moment his hand touched, Eileen realised belatedly that her panties were soaked and stuck to her heat. The sticky, damp sensation was embarrassing, and she wanted to change her underwear immediately.

His long fingers lightly brushed over the wet fabric. Then, she felt something pouring out from her gential.

"Ahh!"

A surprised gasp escaped Eileen’s lips as his touch sent a jolt through her. Her body reacted instinctively, a quick twitch of her leg. The sensation was entirely new, a delicious shiver sparking deep within her. Lost in the unfamiliar pleasure, she struggled to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside.

"Something... something came out."

The sensation of sticky liquid soaking through her panties was vivid. However, Cesare did not stop his hand despite Eileen’s frantic words. Instead, he started rubbing his fingers over her genitals, especially focusing on the swollen cl!toris.

At first, his slow movements gradually became faster. The forceful rubbing caused her genitals to twitch involuntarily.

"This... this is strange. It’s too strange."

Eileen desperately grabbed his forearm, but she could only feel his firm muscles, and his hand did not stop.

"Ah, ah, Cesare, ah, ah..."

She tried to call out his name with all her might, but his touch persisted. She tried to endure the overwhelming sensations flooding her senses, but she couldn’t hold back any longer.

In a moment of complete loss of control, he pressed his palm against her entire genital area and vigorously rubbed her cl!toris. A surge of heat coiled up in her belly and exploded.

"Ah...!"

Eileen arched her back instinctively, a gasp morphing into a low moan as shivers danced across her skin. Her body trembled with a delicious mix of pleasure and surrender. His touch, a gentle dance of fingers, lingered on a sensitive spot, sending waves of heat radiating through her core. The agonizingly long heatwave continued to emanate from her genitals.

The wave of pleasure crested, leaving Eileen breathless and trembling. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of overwhelming emotion and the release of tension. Cesare, sensing her shift, gently withdrew his hand, his touch replaced by a flurry of kisses across her flushed face.

She felt like the most lewd woman in the world. She couldn’t believe she would have to do such an incredible thing in the future. No, to be precise, she would have to do even more than this. After all, he hadn’t even inserted his member yet.

The electrifying pleasure had been a revelation, a temporary escape from her own thoughts. Yet, as the intensity subsided, a strange disquiet settled over Eileen. Lost in the moment, she belatedly met Cesare’s gaze. It held a glint of something she couldn’t decipher. She nearly fainted at his words, when he smiled gleefully as he whispered.

"Next time, I’ll suck it."

***

The intensity of the experience left Eileen breathless and overwhelmed. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was barely a whisper, laced with a vulnerability that tugged at Cesare’s heart.

"There’s no need to..." she trailed off, her words merging with a sigh as exhaustion washed over her. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and she drifted off to sleep.

Cesare watched her sleep, a soft smile playing on his lips. He gently removed her damp undergarments, replacing them with fresh ones. He pulled the covers closer, ensuring her comfort through the night.

Cesare traced a soft line down Eileen’s cheek, her face serene in sleep. The silence stretched, punctuated only by her shallow breaths. A flicker of unease sparked within him – a memory of her earlier words, a tremor in her voice. The crimson glow from the window cast long, dramatic shadows across the room, adding to the weight of the unspoken. Thoughts of Eileen, crying and pleading, resurfaced.

"No... Don’t go...."

He had thought of coming back to console her. But when he returned after ending the war and regaining control of the islands, he couldn’t even have a piece of the child’s corpse.

The sound of a crying voice mixed with sobbing continued to torment him. It was a mirage of past times. But even knowing it was an auditory hallucination, he wanted to wake Eileen up right away. He wanted to look into her eyes, hear her voice speaking to him.

Cesare instinctively suppressed the urge and instead untied the knot of the bandage in his palm. Slowly, the white bandage fell onto the bed.

The stab wound left on the palm was considerable in length but not deep. The blade of the dagger was dull, and it was because he was wearing leather gloves.

Concentrating on the varied sounds of the sleeping individual, he slowly clenched his hand. The nails pierced the wound, and a sharp pain surged.

All this pain served as a reminder that it wasn’t a dream or a fantasy, but reality.

He pressed and released his hand until blood seeped out from under his clean nails and trickled down his wrist.

Glancing at the bloody palm with indifferent eyes, he turned his gaze away. Cesare looked at Eileen’s sleeping face and chuckled softly.

"This is the world where I exist."

And it was both the first and the last chance given to Cesare in this world.

He gently kissed Eileen’s forehead, placing his unharmed hand on the bed. He kissed her rounded nose and parted lips, whispering softly, "Have sweet dreams, Eileen."

He hoped for happy dreams for Eileen, even if he himself could never wake from the nightmare.

***

Matteo’s trial took place.

The verdict: death penalty.

He was the first noble to be sentenced to death for trafficking drugs within the Empire.

Previously, all cases of execution for drug-related crimes had only involved commoners. Through this execution, the Traon Empire firmly established that there would be no exceptions for high-ranking nobles when it came to drug-related punishments.

However, there was some whispering about Marquis Menegin, the president of the Senate, cleverly evading the law. Still, the reason it ended without any major repercussions was because the Marquis reacted shrewdly.

Just before the scandal broke out, Marquis Menegin’s daughter sent divorce papers to Matteo, swiftly ending their relationship. After the scandal erupted, Marquis Menegin publicly announced his stance. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Currently, Matteo and Marquis Menegin have no relations whatsoever. In accepting responsibility for the scandal, Marquis Menegin stepped down from his position as chairman of the Senate and relinquished his title.

It was a desperation to save his own life, willing to give up everything. People found it despicable yet understandable.

During this process, strange rumors circulated that Marquis Menegin had become blind. However, since the lord retired immediately and went to the countryside with his daughter, there was no way to confirm this.

Matteo’s trial and execution took less than a week. Matteo’s execution was carried out in the Small Square next to the Central Square.