Wicked Husband-Chapter 54 - 53

Ah, Your Highness...!"

Eileen’s bright brown hair tousled on the white bedsheet as she clutched the lily close. Glancing up, she met Cesare’s gaze. He loomed over her like a dangerous predator, his crimson eyes glowing even in the dim light. The intensity of the moment sent shivers down her spine.

Cesare’s hands came down on either side of her head, caging her. His gaze pinned her in place. As their eye contact lingered, Eileen grew more restless. Finally unable to withstand the intensity, Unable to hold his stare any longer, she started to turn her head away.

A soft command, laced with an undercurrent of power, rumbled from Cesare’s throat. "Look at me."

Well-accustomed to issuing commands, Cesare knew precisely how to assert himself. Reluctantly, Eileen turned back to face him.

Bracing himself on one arm, Cesare used his other hand to trace the outline of Eileen’s lips. The cool touch of leather sent a strange shiver through her. The softly lit bedroom was a cocoon of gentle darkness. As Cesare’s hand explored her lips, Eileen’s breath grew irregular. When her breathing became completely erratic, she managed to speak.

"You’ve returned..."

It was a belated greeting, an attempt to alleviate the embarrassment and awkwardness. For some reason, Cesare seemed pleased by her shy attempt.

"...Yes."

He drew Eileen into his arms with a gentle, deliberate motion. His body pressed against hers, and she could feel the firmness of his uniform against her soft skin. As she tried to shift her legs, she found Cesare’s thick thigh already between them, effectively immobilizing her. With their bodies intertwined, Cesare whispered a greeting into Eileen’s ear.

"I’ve returned, Eileen."

A hint of alcohol lingered in his breath, suggesting he had indulged in the offerings of the wedding guests. As the focal point of the celebration, he seemed to have partaken generously. While enveloped in his embrace, Eileen discreetly breathed in his scent.

The odor of alcohol from her father had always repulsed her. Whenever he returned home heavily intoxicated, she would hasten to open all the windows to dissipate the smell.

Strangely, Cesare was different. His alcohol-tinged scent was oddly pleasant, with a sweet yet slightly sour note, reminiscent perhaps of fruit wine.

A shiver ran down her spine as she inhaled the scent. Cesare took a deep breath before exhaling. He gently licked Eileen’s neck. Like eating candy, he licked and sucked before slowly nibbling. His actions left red marks on her neck, yet rather than feeling disgusted, Eileen found herself enjoying it. Cesare then firmly pressed his lips against hers and sucked hard.

He pulled away, leaving a constellation of heated kisses on her neck. Just as his hand brushed against the silky strap of her nightgown, a sound shattered the charged silence. Eileen, mortified, let out a strangled sniffle.

"I’m so sorry, Your Highness," she stammered, her cheeks burning hotter than his touch.

Cesare, a hint of amusement dancing in his crimson eyes, let out a low chuckle. Here she was, clad in something barely there, and she’d managed to break the mood with a sneeze. The indignity of it all!

Cesare’s amusement lingered, a low rumble in his chest as he ran his fingers through her tousled hair. A hint of laughter lingered in his voice as he asked, "Chilly, are we?"

Yes, just a tad. Actually, there’s not much difference between what I’ve removed and what’s left. But I believe the sudden sneeze was triggered because, in my opinion, your uniform might have brushed against me. The medals and buttons... they feel cold and hard," Eileen explained earnestly.

Cesare continued to chuckle as he sat up from the bed, and Eileen followed suit, sitting up as well.

"I’ve never had someone ask me to undress before."

She attempted to reassure herself that it wasn’t quite like that, but then halted, realizing that was indeed the implication of her statement.

"Um, well, if you’re going to do it anyway..." Her response was a mumble, lacking in confidence. She had mentally prepared herself for the night, but beyond that, she didn’t know what to expect. All she knew about lovemaking was what Cesare had taught her.

"You should take it off. My wife told me to take it off," Cesare remarked, his tone light as he began unbuttoning his uniform in front of Eileen. Starting from the top, he worked his way down with deliberate slowness.

As the buttons of his shirt came undone, revealing his collarbone, Eileen’s eyes widened in surprise. With a gasp, all the buttons were released, unveiling his robust chest and abdomen in full.

Cesare, a picture of practiced ease, began to shed his uniform. Eileen, her cheeks burning a shade that rivaled the crimson of his eyes, watched, a whirlwind of unfamiliar emotions swirling within her. Her breath hitched as a stray lock of hair fell loose, revealing the tips of her ears, flushed a delicate pink. A smirk played on Cesare’s lips as he reached for the final button on his shirt.

"Do you want to touch it?"

Eileen’s eyes widened at the audacious suggestion. Her face turned even redder, and she trembled uncontrollably.

"M-me? Touch you, Your Highness, I mean, Cesare?"

"Don’t want to?"

"It’s not that I don’t want to," Eileen stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Heat flooded her cheeks, and a tremor ran through her hand before she could stop it. But before she could voice any further protest, Cesare grasped her hand, cool and steady against her feverish skin. He placed it firmly on his chest, the heat of his bare skin sending a jolt through her.

Cesare’s touch was a slow exploration. His fingers brushed against hers, guiding her over the defined planes of his chest, the taut muscles rippling beneath her fingertips. A gasp escaped her lips as he grazed a nipple, sending a shiver of delicious sensation down her spine. The descent continued, his hand guiding hers down a sculpted torso, the firm ridges of his abdominal muscles a stark contrast to the smooth expanse of skin.

Eileen’s fingers, hesitant at first, traced a path across Cesare’s chest. Each touch sent a jolt through her, both thrilling and terrifying. A nervous squeak escaped her lips, "Don’t—" The protest died on her tongue as she swallowed her saliva.

These weren’t sculpted for show, but honed by battle. Yet, beneath her fingertips, they felt magnificent. Every ridge and valley was a testament to his strength, a silent echo of his past. The texture was unlike anything she’d ever felt – a combination of taut muscle and smooth skin, sending shivers down her spine with every exploration.

’The man’s body is so beautiful.’

As Eileen reached the area she wanted to touch, her fingers hesitated. She felt a different texture from the smooth skin she had encountered before.

The moment she confirmed the unfamiliar texture, it was as if her head had been splashed with cold water. Eileen’s hand instinctively gripped Cesare’s uniform shirt, and she spread it wide open on both sides.

"Ah..."

Cesare’s body was a tapestry of scars—etched lines that spoke of past battles, each a brutal poem etched in crimson against his pale skin. Eileen’s fingertips, tracing a path down his chest, encountered the first of these stories. It was a jagged line, a testament to the brutality he’d faced. Her touch lingered, a silent question.

A sudden itch on her nose threatened to shatter the charged silence. Biting her lip, Eileen fought back a whimper, the tears welling in her eyes a confusing mix of emotions.

"I didn’t intend to make you cry."

Feeling a pang of unease in his chest, Cesare, the perpetrator himself, appeared to brush off the gravity of the situation. He finished removing his uniform shirt and then pulled Eileen into a comforting embrace. Kissing her tear-stained cheek gently, he held her close, as if consoling a distraught child.

"Don’t cry, Eileen," Cesare murmured softly, his voice soothing and reassuring.

Eileen clung to his neck tightly, her emotions swirling within her. Despite her efforts to hold back her tears, a fleeting thought crossed her mind, prompting her to lift her head and meet his gaze.

"Please show me the lower part too," Eileen requested, her voice soft but determined. Perhaps she didn’t realize that his lower body might bear even more scars. Her mind raced with thoughts of whether there was any way to prevent the Imperial Commander-in-Chief from going to war, driving her to urge him on.

Cesare smiled awkwardly but obediently followed Eileen’s command. He gently seated her on the bed and then began to unfasten his belt. Click, the metallic sound echoed softly in the quiet room.

Taking a step closer to Eileen, Cesare hesitated before asking, "Are you sure you want to see it?" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Yes! Hurry up."

It was a bit embarrassing with the crotch right in front of her nose, but Eileen replied firmly nonetheless. However, as soon as the words left her mouth, she immediately regretted them.

"...?"

With a slow, deliberate movement, Cesare shed the remaining layers of his clothing. As Eileen’s eyes widened when what was slowly revealed became clear, she covered her eyes with her palm.

Suddenly, tears welled up in Eileen’s eyes. Memories of the incident that had unfolded in the brick house flooded her mind. Cesare had tormented Eileen terribly that day, but he himself had done nothing. He must have said something like this back then.

"I don’t want to scare you."

Cesare laughed meaningfully, as if he were someone with something to run away from before marriage, when he said it...

Eileen stared at the writhing monster before her with a pale face. Though she didn’t dare to touch it, it seemed to grow and raise its head on its own accord, as if responding to Eileen’s gaze.

"Why, don’t you like it now that you see it?" Cesare chuckled lazily, emitting a soft groan.

"You said you wanted to see it, Eileen," he reminded her, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

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