Wicked Husband-Chapter 104 - 103

She regretted her rebellion, realizing it had left her with nothing to show for it. Feeling a tingling pain in her throat, Eileen responded softly.

"Yes."

Despite her answer, a trace of resistance lingered in her heart. She felt that if he would just stay still, she could do more.

’But if he needs to thrust like that to get pleasure...’

It seemed like something she could only achieve with more effort. As things stood, it was out of the question.

On the other hand, Eileen recognized that Cesare was treating her with genuine care. Since spending their first night together, Eileen had developed an interest in int*rcourse. Although it was difficult and overwhelming, she had discovered a pleasure that far exceeded the pain.

She also appreciated the way Cesare gently touched her during their encounters. His new appearance in the private night bedroom was also pleasing.

If Cesare had acted according to her wishes, Eileen would never have liked int*rcourse.

The shock of witnessing her father’s intimate moments with a woman was vividly imprinted in Eileen’s memory. That memory had instilled a feeling of disgust towards int*rcourse.

However, she felt no revulsion during s*xual acts with Cesare. She accepted him without any hesitation.

Cesare was the only exception in Eileen’s life.

As she reflected on her feelings for him, Eileen parted her lips slowly.

"I’m sorry..."

Ultimately, she had failed to make him feel good. With no other thoughts coming to mind, she looked up at Cesare and asked quietly.

"Why don’t you put it inside me? I’ll make sure to keep quiet."

Eileen, eager to satisfy his desires, asked him to proceed. Instead of immediately thrusting, Cesare gently kissed her on the forehead.

"I told you I can’t just put it in."

Eileen recalled the foreplay he had performed before the actual penetration. Cesare had always insisted on thoroughly teasing and tormenting her before allowing insertion.

"But..."

There was no suitable place to lie down. As Eileen hesitated, Cesare knelt in front of her, and she was taken aback by his willingness to lower himself without hesitation.

For someone of his high rank, it was unthinkable to humble himself in such a manner.

"Cesare, please! Get up."

In her urgency, Eileen reached out, trying to lift him, but he showed no intention of standing. He remained on one knee, like a knight swearing an oath, and gently removed Eileen’s shoes.

"Lift your skirt."

Eileen gathered the hem of her dress as he instructed. With the abundant fabric in her arms, her legs were fully exposed.

Although she had already shown her bare body several times, exposing her legs made her tremble with nervousness.

As her shoes were removed and white silk stockings were revealed, Eileen, feeling embarrassed, curled her toes and called out to him.

"Cesare..."

She hoped he would stop and get up, but Cesare placed her foot on his hand and examined it closely. His large hands made Eileen’s foot fit perfectly in his palm.

The most noble person in the empire, who was above everyone else, was now beneath Eileen’s feet. The fact was so bizarre that Eileen could hardly bear it. She hoped Cesare would get up soon.

After playfully caressing her foot for a while, Cesare eventually kissed her calf. In a casual tone, he said,

"I plan to inscribe your name on the triumphal arch, Eileen."

"...What? On the triumphal arch?"

The statement was so unexpected that Eileen was sure she must have heard it wrong. How could someone as inconsequential as she was during the war—an ordinary baroness—be deemed worthy of having her name on a triumphal arch?

Securing approval for the arch itself had taken months of intense debate with the council. Suggesting that the name of a wife, unrelated to the war, be inscribed on it would have been a political blunder, likely to provoke fierce opposition.

As Eileen’s face paled with concern, Cesare spoke as if it were of little consequence.

"Of course it should be done. It’s for you."

She had many questions but couldn’t continue the conversation. Cesare immediately grabbed Eileen’s thighs and spread them apart, placing her legs on the armrests and pressing his face between her legs.

"Aah!"

Eileen cried out sharply and clutched the hem of her dress tightly. Her toes, which had been dangling in the air, stiffened and trembled.

Cesare began to lick the wet, clinging underwear. He traced the contours of her v*lva with his tongue and squeezed her thighs. Eileen, glancing down at Cesare through the fabric of her dress, was even more shocked.

While he licked her v*lva, he massaged her thighs with one hand and touched his own genitals with the other.

The mixture of pre-c*m from the urethr@ and Eileen’s saliva had already made his member damp. It seemed to be easy to handle with his hand. He shook his member loosely and rubbed his tongue over Eileen’s v*lva.

Eileen tensed her whole body, trembling with effort below. Cesare let out a low laugh as he saw her lower body twitching in convulsions. He licked the moisture seeping through the thin fabric.

"Why is it already wet here?"

"That’s because..."

Eileen recalled that Cesare wanted her to speak honestly in bed. Though it was an embarrassing admission, she confessed without filtering her words.

"Because sucking on you made me feel strange."

The arous@l she felt when he touched her chest also made her wet below. However, it was when she took Cesare’s member into her mouth and sucked that her underwear became completely soaked.

The anticipation of the pleasure brought by a man and Cesare’s lewd reactions to her touch caused the moisture to flow freely from below.

"Did you enjoy sucking on your husband’s?"

Eileen nodded very slightly, looking around. She truly didn’t dislike it and enjoyed it. She was pleased to see Cesare moaning in response to her actions.

"It must be disappointing not being able to suck it..."

However, Cesare never gave permission for her to suck him. He murmured softly and soaked the underwear with his fingers. The deeply pink flesh, soaked through, flinched as it touched the air. A sticky string of fluids stretched between her underwear and her v*lva.

He was merely looking at it. Yet, as if being caressed by his gaze, fluids flowed abundantly from her v*lva. Cesare, who watched the fluids spilling from her trembling v*lva, pressed his lips against it.

"Ugh...!"

Despite being mentally prepared, a moan escaped. The sound of his strong sucking echoed. The raw, lewd noises followed one after another.

He tilted his head and sucked on her v*lva as if kissing, pushing his tongue inside. It was a deep kiss, his sharp nose buried in the moist flesh. He gently licked and swallowed the fluids pouring from inside her.

Eileen moaned and twisted her body. The chair rattled as she squirmed, bumping against the wall. The creaking of the wooden chair and the loud banging against the wall were noisy.

The suspicious sounds would surely be heard outside. However, Eileen was struggling just to suppress the moans rising from her throat.

"Ugh, uhh, ugh, mmm...!"

Perhaps due to her unstable position, the sensations were even sharper. Her cl!toris, now swollen like a small bead, was engorged with blood. After licking up all the fluids inside her, he also tormented her cl!toris as if it were insufficient.

He rubbed it with his tongue and sucked hard, causing the fluids he had stolen to gush out again. Eileen stretched her toes wide and shook her head vigorously.

"Ah, Cesare, I... I can’t, s-slow down..."

But Cesare never listened to her during these moments. He sucked on her cl!toris until it was fully swallowed, sucking intensely. Her insides felt like they were bubbling. Eileen hurriedly informed him of her state.

"I-I feel like I’m going to... ah, aah!"

Before long, the climax arrived. Eileen arched her back and moaned.

"Ah!"

Her whole body shook. Her vision flickered. But there was no time to savor the aftershocks of the climax. Cesare, as if waiting, sucked on her cl!toris and inserted his fingers into her v*lva.

His fingers penetrated deeply into her convulsing vagin@. The intruding fingers stimulated the thickened cl!toris behind her, without hesitation.

Eileen moaned weakly, as if dying, from the force of his probing. Her vision lost focus. Her body, having experienced multiple climaxes, reacted as it had been trained. Soon after, a second climax hit, releasing her strength from below.

"I-I’m going to... ah!"

The fluids gushed from her v*lva, and clear liquid erupted from her cl!toris. The liquid oozing from her urethr@ squirted all over Cesare’s face. Even though his face was drenched, Cesare didn’t care and continued moving his tongue. He slowly licked the trembling v*lva and drank the fluids.

Cesare slowly lifted his head, looking at Eileen, who was dazed from the aftershocks of her climax. He wiped his wet face with the back of his hand and gave a twisted smile.

Cesare slowly raised his body, gripping Eileen’s thighs on both sides. Then, he immediately thrust his member inside her.