My Husband Never Dies - Chapter 10 🔞
She pressed a kiss to them, deliberate and audible, then let the silence stretch a beat before continuing.
“You may not know this, but I was trained by Madame Kelly as well. She always said that even a disappointing husband should be pleased, no matter what. But Your Grace…”
Evelyn paused and lowered her gaze. It was hard to make out in the shadows, but she caught a glimpse of the impressive size of his pxnxs.
She had always believed that no matter how different a man and woman’s body might seem, in death, they were all just meat — nothing more, nothing less. But faced with a size that defied all her expectations, Evelyn was momentarily at a loss for words.
As if sensing her thoughts, the man spoke again, a trace of amusement in his voice.
“And what about me?”
Despite his refined appearance, the Duke had a tall, broad-shouldered build and large, well-defined hands — clear signs of his sturdier frame. She had expected him to be formidable, but this was beyond her estimates.
A quiet, low chuckle broke the silence.
“I can’t tell if Madame Kelly taught you well, or if you’re just genuinely shocked, my lady.”
With those words, he pressed his lips to her slightly parted mouth. The kiss that followed was different from the first as his tongue slid past her lips in a more tender caress.
A faint, helpless sound escaped from deep in her throat. Was it because she had always been the one in control?
Evelyn couldn’t seem to collect herself. Being dragged along by the Duke felt so unfamiliar — unnerving, even. She, who hadn’t flinched in the face of insurmountable odds, was now shaken by this man.
It scared her.
More than anything, Evelyn realized she was afraid of the Duke.
She wanted to kill him quickly. And finally feel at peace.
Then, a solid mass of flesh pressed against her wet opening. Her spine tensed at the unimaginable bulk. The man’s tongue flicked hungrily, as he messed her hair and left her helpless.
“Hmph!”
His huge cxck pushed against the tiny opening. The pressure hit her lower abdomen with such force that she thought her body would split in half. She might as well have been stabbed.
“Hah…!”
Evelyn gasped, like someone who had forgotten how to breathe. But the Duke was relentless, refusing to let go of her lips. The man who had invaded both above and below seemed determined to get his fill.
“Mmph—hah!”
Evelyn’s slender hand gripped the duke’s arm tightly. Strong enough to leave a handprint, he willingly pulled his lips away.
“Hmph, ha, ha…”
Looking down at her as she breathed heavily, the Duke curled his picture-perfect eyes and pressed his finger, now dried with her desire, against her small nostril.
“You should breathe here.”
Contrary to his smile, he seemed displeased that the kiss was cut off in the middle, but Evelyn had nothing to say in response. All her attention was directed toward the stiff, hot rod that filled her wet passageway.
The sheer bulk and pressure made her feel like she was melting from the waist down. She had the ridiculous illusion that if he made the slightest movement, her body would snap in two.
When is he going to die? Please, please…
Evelyn surveyed the Duke’s condition through half-lidded eyes. His warm complexion, seemingly untroubled, made her uneasy. It seemed like enough time had passed for the poison to spread through the stomach…
And then, it happened.
The corners of the man’s eyes crinkled slightly. Instinctively recognizing the significance of that small change, Evelyn bit her lip as it threatened to part.
Finally.
“Mm.”
The Duke ran his long finger over his lips. A red liquid, that should not have been there, left traces on his finger.
Normally, someone would have been startled and jumped in shock, but for some reason, the Duke merely chuckled, then licked his dry lips with a tongue stained with blood.
Though Evelyn had seen countless dying people and corpses, nothing felt as chilling as the Duke did at this moment. Even though blood, dark and thick, stained his neatly groomed lips…
“I can’t kiss you anymore.”
