Wicked Husband-Chapter 71 - 70

The Grand Duke, who had been sipping his tea and reading the newspaper, immediately looked up and asked.

"Oh, it’s nothing... just..."

Eileen stammered, offering a vague excuse as she hurriedly focused on her asparagus. But the Grand Duke’s gaze remained fixed on her, and he spoke again.

"Be honest, Eileen."

"...It’s just that... it’s bothering me," Eileen confessed, her face flushing with embarrassment.

"Maybe it’s because of the ointment..."

Since that day, the Grand Duke had examined Eileen’s condition daily. He would part her legs, inspect the area, and apply the ointment without fail.

Despite his incredibly busy schedule, the Duke meticulously divided his day to attend to these matters. He personally ensured that the ointment was applied, even if it meant waking Eileen from her sleep at dawn.

Because of this, Eileen had been subjected to an almost nightly torment. The Duke’s fingers, which were supposed to be for healing, made her body repeatedly flush with warmth. Each treatment ended with her desires unresolved at the brink of an ambiguous climax.

As this continued day after day, Eileen began to experience a subtle, persistent heat in her body, even during the daytime. While she studied the knowledge necessary for her role as Grand Duchess with Sonio and responded to correspondence, her thoughts often drifted to lewd fantasies.

So, Eileen eagerly awaited her body’s full recovery, longing for the Duke to grant her pleasure and anticipating their next intimate moment. The memory of trembling with fear on their wedding night felt like a distant past.

’I hope the treatment ends soon...’

Lost in these thoughts on that bright morning, Eileen was jolted back to reality by the Grand Duke’s voice.

"Today is the seventh day."

As he had said, today marked the seventh day since their wedding and was the day Eileen would visit the Imperial Palace to receive the title of Grand Duchess.

The Grand Duke folded the newspaper in half with his long fingers. Eileen followed the motion with her eyes before finally looking up at him. After placing the newspaper on the table, the Grand Duke asked in a calm, measured tone.

"Shall we skip the ointment tonight?"

Eileen’s lips parted involuntarily. It was the moment she had eagerly awaited for the past week. Before she could speak, her excitement made her nod vigorously and respond quickly.

"Yes! I think I’m healed now. It doesn’t hurt at all. I’m all better."

Her anticipation made her feel a lingering, throbbing heat below. However, Eileen reminded herself that skipping the ointment didn’t necessarily guarantee that her desires would be fulfilled.

The Grand Duke might choose to skip any further intimacy tonight. He might not come to the bedroom at all.

’He’s so busy... It’s unusual that I’ve seen him every day up to now.’

He wasn’t a man who would normally be so attentive to just one person. Setting aside the asparagus she was slicing with unnecessary force, Eileen cautiously asked the Grand Duke.

"Will you be coming home tonight...?"

Unable to directly voice her desires, she approached the question indirectly. The Grand Duke responded with a soft chuckle.

"Of course. It’s the day you receive the Erzet title. I wouldn’t miss it."

He leaned slightly forward. Though he didn’t move significantly closer, the suddenness of his gesture made her heart skip a beat.

"Shouldn’t we celebrate together?"

The dining room was bathed in bright morning sunlight, but in that moment, it felt as if they were alone in the darkness of the night, with the promise of their shared celebration hanging in the air.

Eileen’s cheeks flushed uncontrollably. She was certain that Grand Duke Cesare could easily read her lewd thoughts. Yet, despite her awareness, she found herself unable to control her body.

A tingling sensation lingered in the secret place between her legs. After days of rising and falling arousal, her body responded immediately to even the slightest stimulation. The sensation of dampness down below made Eileen hold her breath.

Grand Duke Cesare’s red eyes tracked every subtle shift in Eileen’s expression. As she managed to part her lips, a soft, tremulous whisper escaped her.

"Yes..."

Cesare’s gaze remained fixed on her as a slow, mesmerizing smile curled his lips. The gentle curve of his smile was captivating, and Eileen found herself unable to look away.

Maintaining eye contact, Cesare spoke, his voice smooth and measured.

"You used to like sleeping with me."

He was referencing a memory from her childhood. After a sudden rainstorm on her arrival at the palace, Eileen had been forced to spend the night in the Prince’s quarters.

Alone in the vast bedroom, the roaring thunderstorm outside had kept her awake. Overcome with fear, she had clutched her pillow tightly and shivered, eventually seeking comfort in the prince’s room.

An attendant, encountering her in the hallway, had not dismissed her but instead guided her to the Prince’s bedroom. Unable to express her fear, Eileen had simply trembled as the prince had allowed her to sleep in his bed.

The Prince himself had not joined her but had sat in a chair beside the bed, engrossed in a book. Eileen had drifted into a restless sleep to the rhythmic sound of pages turning.

Even though it had happened only once, Grand Duke Cesare spoke as if it were a regular part of her childhood. With an innocent demeanor, he uttered words that carried a charged, suggestive undertone.

"It seems we can sleep together in bed now."

Despite knowing that "sleeping together" now had an entirely different meaning, Cesare deliberately used the ambiguous phrase. Eileen, unable to respond and flushed with embarrassment, watched as he stood from his seat.

Cesare was scheduled to arrive at the palace before Eileen. She quickly rose to see him off.

Instead of heading straight for the door, Cesare walked around the table and approached Eileen. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the cheek. When Eileen remained frozen, he took her chin in his hand, lifting her face to meet his gaze.

He then kissed her on the lips. Eileen let out a soft moan, her body trembling and her eyelashes fluttering with the intensity of the moment.

What began as a simple greeting quickly evolved into a passionate embrace, as his fingers roamed over Eileen’s body.

His touch was as bold as if he were exploring his own body. He parted her lips and thrust his tongue deeply inside while caressing her nape with his hand. He then squeezed tightly, turning her head to deepen the kiss. With his other hand, he gripped her waist firmly.

Eileen clung to his forearm, swept away by the intensity of the kiss.

"Mm, mm..."

In the past, an aggressive kiss like this would have frightened her. But now, it only filled her with joy. She awkwardly tried to match his movements, her tongue responding clumsily to his fervent demands.

As Eileen wiggled her tongue, Cesare responded by brushing his tongue against hers. Her head spun from the rush of blood. Eileen pressed her body against Cesare and looked up at him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly as he licked the roof of her mouth. His hand, which had been wandering from her neck to near her collarbone, descended. His large hand gripped Eileen’s bre@st.

A startled Eileen tried to make a sound, but it was muffled by their kissing lips. Cesare, unfazed, watched Eileen’s surprised reactions.

The rough grip on her bre@st became gentle as his fingers circled around her n!pple. It was only after his touch that Eileen realized her n!pple was standing erect.

Every time his fingertips brushed against the prominent tip, heat gathered below, causing her body to involuntarily tense. Her unfilled s*x tightened around the empty v@ginal canal. The fluid that began to flow from her v@gina thoroughly soaked her underwear.

Struggling to suppress the sounds wanting to escape, she ended up making noises like someone in pain. Cesare’s touch made it impossible for Eileen to control her moans.

’This was something I didn’t even know existed before...’

Eileen thought fleetingly and tightened her legs together. A sensation similar to but different from desire made her s*x tingle. Despite knowing it was shameful, she wanted Cesare’s deeper kisses, and she eagerly drew in his probing tongue.

When Cesare pinched one of her n!pples softly, Eileen couldn’t hold back and arched her back, letting out a deeply pleasurable moan.

"Uhh..."

At that moment, Cesare’s breathing became slightly erratic. His eyes narrowed into a fierce scowl. Cesare reluctantly pulled his lips away and then slowly removed his hand from Eileen’s bre@st.

"..."

He scanned Eileen with his bright red eyes. Eileen, completely spent and limp, looked up at him with dazed eyes.

Her parted lips had her tongue sticking out, but she was barely aware that she hadn’t completely put her tongue back in. She could only think about why he wasn’t continuing after the kiss ended so abruptly.

Cesare lightly sucked on Eileen’s tongue, which was still half out of her mouth. He then nibbled on her earlobe and explained why.

"I thought if I continued, I really wouldn’t be able to hold back."

Eileen was utterly disoriented, murmuring incoherently.