Wicked Husband-Chapter 161 - 160

Before Eileen could fully process the meaning of his words, another cl!max overtook her. Trembling uncontrollably, she gripped the bedsheets, her fingers clawing at them, before her hands instinctively reached out to grab Cesare’s forearm.

The touch of her delicate fingers caused the muscles in his arm to tense, the veins beneath his skin standing out in sharp relief. Strangely, the firmness of his arm brought her a sense of reassurance. With a faint whimper, Eileen arched her back, lifting her hips to allow him to penetrate even deeper.

The rhythmic collision of their bodies left her breathless. Her reddened skin glistened as her hips met his relentless thrusts, the force of each movement flattening her soft flesh beneath him. The intensity made her lightheaded, her breath escaping in shallow, ragged gasps.

The disjointed rhythm of her breathing left her moans thin and fragmented. Desperate to alleviate the overwhelming depth of his thrusts, she tried to widen her legs. However, her attempts were immediately hindered by Cesare’s powerful thighs, which pressed against her own. Her only response was to curl her toes tightly, her body unable to do anything else but surrender.

"Ah... it feels strange... hngh, it just... won’t stop..." Her words came out in broken sobs, her voice cracking under the intensity of her pleasure.

Her cl!max showed no signs of subsiding, the relentless waves of sensation leaving her on the verge of madness. Her thoughts were completely consumed by pleasure, her mind no longer her own. She bit down on Cesare’s fingers as if trying to resist the overwhelming sensations, her teeth leaving small, desperate indentations.

What might have been a desperate act of defiance only seemed to please Cesare further. He groaned low and deep, as though savoring the marks she left on him. Gently, he pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth, inviting her to continue.

Eileen’s senses were overwhelmed. She already felt full to the point of bursting from the length of his c*ck inside her, and the addition of his fingers in her mouth only heightened her awareness. It was as though her body was completely occupied—above and below—leaving her no room to think or resist.

Even her attempts to bite down on his fingers felt like part of the overwhelming intimacy, as if her every move was a contribution to his pleasure. His c*ck pulsed within her, moving with an almost primal intensity, and her walls clung to him, trembling with each deep thrust.

The sensations grew unbearable. Eileen’s body convulsed as small, uncontrollable tremors coursed through her lower half. With his fingers pressing against her tongue, she let out a high-pitched cry, her voice muffled as his thrusts pushed her further and further toward the edge.

Then, all at once, a sharp sensation shot through her lower body—a feeling of release so intense it momentarily blinded her. Her vision went black, and for a fleeting moment, she lost consciousness.

When her senses returned, she found herself crying out, her voice strained and desperate as she experienced yet another cl!max. "Hahhh!" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

She realized that, in the moments she’d blacked out, her entire body had been left trembling, her skin prickling with goosebumps. Her limbs felt weak and useless, and her head shook uncontrollably as she tried to ground herself. She bit down harder on Cesare’s fingers, her overwhelmed body seeking relief, but it only spurred him on.

Despite her exhaustion, the tenderness of his movements only frustrated her. Her body, now inflamed with an almost animalistic heat, craved something rougher—something to satisfy the fire burning within her. With tears streaming down her face, she begged him:

"Cesare... please... more..."

Her voice was muffled and slurred by his fingers pressing down on her tongue, but her desperation was unmistakable. She reached back, her trembling fingers trailing down his thigh in a feeble attempt to urge him on. Her broken cries mingled with sobs as she pleaded, "Please... don’t stop..."

Cesare let out a soft chuckle, his amusement darkened by desire. He grasped both of her wrists firmly, pinning them to the mattress above her head. Then, with renewed vigor, he drove into her, his thrusts relentless and unyielding. The sheer force of his movements had her writhing beneath him, her voice breaking into a series of sobbing moans.

"Ah... yes... it feels so good... so good...!" Her words were incoherent, barely able to capture the extent of the pleasure flooding through her. She could only repeat the same phrases, her breath hitching with every word.

Cesare’s crimson eyes darkened as he watched her unravel beneath him. Her flushed, tear-streaked face, the way her body twisted and arched—every reaction of hers drove him closer to his own breaking point.

The raw intimacy of their connection was overwhelming. For Cesare, each sound, each movement Eileen made was a visceral reminder of her existence. In this moment, she was entirely his, and that knowledge ignited something primal within him.

As their bodies moved together, Eileen instinctively opened herself to him further, allowing him to reach depths she hadn’t known she could take. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but she welcomed it, clinging to the one truth she could grasp: it was Cesare giving her this.

"Cesare... Cesare...!" She called his name repeatedly, her voice filled with unrestrained longing.

Her disheveled hair clung to her damp skin, strands falling loose from the neat style she had worn earlier. Even her ears, poking out from the tousled strands, were flushed red. The sight of her, trembling and undone, was enough to break Cesare’s control.

Unable to resist, he bit down gently on the edge of her ear, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. Eileen turned her head toward him, meeting his lips in a kiss that was both desperate and clumsy. She mimicked what he had taught her, licking and biting at his lips before pressing her tongue against his.

The kiss was enough to push Cesare over the edge. With a deep groan, he froze, his body trembling as he reached his cl!max. The thick heat of his release spilled into her, filling her completely.

"Ahh... Cesare..." Eileen’s voice was soft and breathless, tinged with satisfaction as she felt him release deep inside her. She arched her back slightly, her body welcoming the sensation of fullness.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Eileen’s gaze lifted to meet Cesare’s. She noticed, through her half-lidded eyes, that he had never closed his own. Even during their most intimate moments, he had been watching her, his eyes filled with something indescribable.

Though his cl!max had ended, Cesare didn’t pull away. Instead, he remained above her, pressing her into the mattress with his weight. His chest rested against her sweat-slicked back, his body covering hers almost entirely.

"...Eileen," he murmured, his voice soft and warm. He pressed a gentle kiss to her flushed cheek before moving slowly inside her once again, drawing out the lingering aftershocks of their union.

Eileen let out a weak, trembling mo@n, her body shuddering from the slow, teasing movements. She had nothing left to give, her body completely spent. Her eyes fluttered shut, and, unable to fight her exhaustion any longer, she slipped into unconsciousness.

***

When Eileen awoke, her surroundings had been tidied, her body cleaned, and her clothes replaced. She blinked in confusion, her gaze falling on the warm figure beside her. Cesare sat nearby, a book in hand, her head resting in his lap.

The soft light of early dawn filled the room, casting a gentle glow over everything. Eileen stared up at him, her mind still clouded by sleep. Eventually, Cesare lowered his gaze to meet hers. They shared a silent moment, their eyes locked as the world around them seemed to fade away.

It had been so long since they’d shared a moment like this. The bed, which had felt so empty when she was alone, now seemed comfortably full. It was a curious feeling, one that left her both content and confused.

Cesare reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her forehead. "You said you wanted a day with me," he murmured, his tone soft.

His hand moved to her cheek, the touch gentle and tender. "Have you decided what you want to do?"

Eileen shook her head slowly, still too drowsy to form coherent thoughts. Cesare chuckled softly, his fingers tangling in her hair as he idly played with the soft strands.

"Perhaps a trip, then?" he mused. "Just for a day or two."

Her eyes widened slightly at the suggestion. She wanted to respond, but her eyelids felt heavy. "A... trip...?"

Her voice was hoarse, the words barely audible. Cesare’s hand moved to her lips, his fingers brushing the soft curve of her mouth. "If that’s what you want."

"Yes..." she whispered, her voice trembling with quiet hope. "I’d like that..."

Cesare smiled faintly, his expression softening as he gazed at her. Eileen opened her mouth again, her thoughts drifting to the question she had wanted to ask for so long.

"Cesare..." she murmured, her voice faltering. "That thing I’ve been curious about... I want to ask now..."

His smile deepened, as though he had expected this moment all along. The look in his eyes stirred something in her, a strange thought that had been lingering at the edge of her consciousness.

It was a foolish thought, a presumptuous and arrogant one, but she couldn’t help herself. Everything he did seemed to be for her sake. Even the strange, supernatural state of his body...

"Is it... because of me?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is that why... you became like this?"

There was no immediate answer. The silence stretched on, long and heavy, as she fought against the drowsiness pulling her back under. Just as she was about to fall asleep again, Cesare’s low voice broke the quiet.

"Of course not," he replied, his words steady and calm.

It was his first lie.