92 - Evil Husband (15th Anniversary Edition) Chapter 92
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The hand she held trembled. Aileen bit her lip slightly and nodded. She felt embarrassed every time Cesare referred to himself as her husband, even though it was entirely accurate.
Realizing she had only nodded, Aileen belatedly added a small, "Yes." Then, after hesitating for a while, she said one more thing.
"But you don't have to do it out of obligation if you don't want to."
Cesare had always been kind to Aileen and granted most of her wishes. However, she didn't expect him to be kind even in such intimate physical matters.
How difficult must it have been for Cesare every time she had pushed for intimacy? The thought of him quietly accommodating her desires without showing any discomfort made her endlessly ashamed. Aileen forced a small smile, trying not to feel too miserable.
Seeing her awkward smile, Cesare, who had been caressing Aileen's wrist, tilted his head slightly and asked, "Obligation?"
As if not understanding the meaning, he stared at Aileen intently.
"Yes… I'm sorry. I was so thoughtless… I didn't even consider how you might feel, Cesare."
Just as he had offered sweet treats and kind words to comfort her when she was young, she earnestly expressed that he didn't need to be kind to appease her as his Grand Duchess.
Driving the wedge that she had no romantic appeal to her husband wasn't as bad as she had imagined. In fact, she felt rather relieved.
'I just need to be more careful in the future.'
She diligently gathered positive thoughts, telling herself it was fortunate she realized it now.
And while Aileen was digging herself an unnecessary hole, Cesare chuckled lightly. He pulled her hand down and placed it directly on his crotch.
“…!”
Aileen's lips parted at the blatant sensation in her palm. He moved Aileen's hand as he pleased, letting her fully feel the long, thick bulge that extended to his thigh, and whispered, "Does this feel like I'm doing it out of obligation?"
At the firm shape, Aileen stammered hastily, "No, no."
"Then?"
"You're in a good mood…?"
She asked, raising her voice slightly at the end, unsure, and Cesare's eyes narrowed instantly.
"It's a serious problem that you have so little faith in me."
Cesare pulled down her underwear with his fingers. As her bra was lowered, one of her hidden breasts peeked out. A shiver ran down her spine at the sight of her breast exposed in the bright daylight.
"What should I do to make you believe me?"
As if kissing the back of a noblewoman's hand, he bent down and kissed her breast. He sucked deeply, leaving a red mark on her skin, before pulling away and saying again, "Should we just stay in bed for about a week?"
"A, a week?"
It seemed physically impossible. However, Aileen couldn't even think about what he had said because of his subsequent actions.
Cesare supported her breast with his large hand and gently licked the tip with his tongue. The end of her breast hardened with each touch of his wet flesh. He began to suck and bite the already erect tip.
"Ah, ugh…"
Aileen involuntarily moaned at the sensation that seemed to set her body on fire. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
Senon and the soldiers were outside. The flimsy door of the old wooden house wouldn't be able to properly filter out her loud moans.
While Aileen was anxiously covering her mouth, Cesare leisurely sucked on her breast. He only stopped after making one side stand out redly.
He gently caressed her breast with his fingers. A tingling sensation ran through her each time he touched her. Cesare stared intently at Aileen, who had covered her mouth with her hand, and asked, "Don't want to make noise?"
Aileen slightly removed her hand from her mouth and confessed honestly, "It's just, I'm worried they'll hear outside. I can't help it when you touch me, Cesare."
She was already struggling to endure having just one breast sucked on, so if he did anything more, she might lose her mind and make strange noises.
But she didn't want to end the good atmosphere in vain. Aileen suddenly wondered if she should suggest a solution that had come to mind. It was a way that both Cesare and she could be satisfied.
She hesitated, wondering if it was too presumptuous, but she didn't want to miss the chance to spend time with Cesare, so she finally spoke.
"Would it be okay if I touched you, Cesare?"
She had briefly touched his body on their wedding night, but she hadn't really done anything properly since then. She had always been too busy receiving his caresses.
She also wanted to touch Cesare. She wanted to make it clearer that their marital relationship wasn't just an obligation, but something that Cesare also desired.
'I want to make Cesare feel good too.'
Wouldn't his heart lean towards her a little more if she did?
Of course, there was also the desire to touch Cesare's body to her heart's content. It was a desire to examine, touch, and observe every inch of his naked body, which was like a delicately carved marble statue. If she had her way, she would record the shape and number of scars on Cesare's body.
Aileen waited for his answer, careful not to reveal her lewd desires too much. Cesare's eyes widened slightly, as if it was an unexpected question. Then he laughed, as if he was in a good mood.
"As the Grand Duchess wishes."
He urged Aileen in a subtle voice.
"Touch me."
Aileen blinked rapidly. She swallowed involuntarily. She had made a bold proposal to him, but she became nervous when she actually received permission.
As if knowing Aileen's feelings, Cesare placed Aileen's hand on his shirt. Aileen followed his lead and continued to unbutton his shirt.
As the white shirt opened, his firm chest was revealed. Aileen felt dizzy as she recognized Cesare, who had completely undressed in front of her. The situation was so erotic that she felt lightheaded.
After taking a deep breath, Aileen tried to imitate him clumsily. She recalled the actions that Cesare had done to her and followed them. First, she pressed her lips along his long neck. She even licked his prominent sternocleidomastoid muscle a little.
Cesare leaned down slightly so that Aileen could touch him as she pleased. Aileen gently placed her hand on his chest.
She was always on the receiving end, so it felt unfamiliar to touch him first. It felt even more awkward because she had decided to engage in a sexual act, not just a simple caress. Each time she ran her hand over his smooth skin, tension pulled her heart taut.
As she ran her trembling hand over his firm stomach and waist, Cesare let out a low groan. Aileen quickly dropped her hand and looked at him, gauging his reaction. Fortunately, she didn't sense any displeasure.
Aileen, who had been afraid that she might have touched something wrong, breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. Cesare gently tucked Aileen's disheveled hair behind her ear and generously gave his permission.
"Do whatever you want."
How could he say such a thing, knowing what she might do? Of course, whatever she did wouldn't have much of an impact on him, but it was still a dangerous statement.
Aileen touched him little by little again. She gently touched the scars on his upper body, and then squeezed his chest as Cesare had done to her.
Then Cesare smiled faintly again, but she didn't know why. Afraid of ruining the atmosphere, she didn't ask and continued her next action. This time, Cesare started laughing outright.
"Aileen."
“…Yes?”
He stroked Aileen, who was clinging to his chest, as if she was cute, and asked, "Have you wanted to suck your husband's breasts all this time?"
