My Husband Never Dies - Chapter 9
If a kiss felt like this, then what more could everything else…
With a wet sound as their lips parted, Evelyn gasped for breath. The man’s gaze, watching her panting, softened.
“If you’re pretending to be an innocent young lady, that’s quite impressive.”
At his mocking words, Evelyn furrowed her brow and glared at him. When would the poison kick in? Was the dose too small? Should she have poured more, even if it was expensive?
Unaware of the dark thoughts running through her mind, the man remained unfazed.
“Alright. As you said, it seems you’re not a street whxre. I’ll believe that.”
The barrage of insults didn’t bother Evelyn. No, more like it didn’t matter to her right now. She was growing uneasy. Was it possible that the poison the prince had obtained wasn’t the right kind…?
It was at that moment…
She felt something touch her between her spread legs. Snapped out of her thoughts, Evelyn turned to find the Duke staring down at her most intimate place.
“Maybe not. Perhaps it would have been easier if I were a skilled courtesan instead.”
Before she could finish speaking, a frighteningly long finger opened her unprepared entrance, and she stiffened at the sharp sensation.
“It doesn’t matter what you were.”
His thick fingers filled the narrow passage. She frowned at the uncomfortable feeling of her legs spreading apart. Her heart pounded with anxiety and anticipation of what was to come.
With a whimper, the finger that had slipped out was back inside her, roughly. Evelyn bit her lower lip, wet from the kiss, as another finger slipped through the narrow opening.
“Hmph..!”
Evelyn spat out a strained sound, finding it strangely hard to hold back a moan now, even though she was used to pain. She could hear him sneering above her head, but she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.
He’s a man who’s going to die anyway. Let’s see how much longer he can remain so relaxed.
“My lady, it seems you’ve endured a rough life, haven’t you? You’re quite good at holding back.”
Was he mocking her? His voice, as though trying to suppress a burst of laughter, lingered in her ears.
Despite Evelyn’s best efforts to regain her composure, her clxt, which had not been stimulated much yet, began to reveal itself little by little. In the meantime, it had become wet and the squelching sounds when his fingers rubbed against it was even more obvious.
At that moment, a thrilling pleasure spread through her lower abdomen like lightning.
“Hah! Ah…”
Evelyn’s expression crumpled at the moan that she couldn’t believe came out of her mouth. It was funny, but her pride was hurt more than anything else. Her face felt hot for no reason, unable to overcome this level of pleasure.
Her red, throbbing hole clamped down on that long finger. Her hips rocked as the thick fingers grazed her inner walls. Evelyn received a mocking look as she tried to hide her moan.
“It seems you like it.”
Having spent the entire winter being trained outside of Zelakent to act like a noblewoman, Evelyn knew that the best response in such situations was to pretend to be shy and stay silent. Yet, for some reason, she didn’t want to hold back.
“I’m not sure… yet… hhh!”
She never got to finish her sentence. The Duke’s thumb rubbed roughly against her clxt, sending a tingling sensation through her body. At the same time, a surge of love juice poured out from deep inside her.
Her curled toes crunched the silk sheets that had been laid out for their first night. Her red lips, smeared from his kisses, moaned softly.
“Mmm…”
The Duke withdrew his fingers from inside her and smirked as he held up his still wet fingers.
“Not yet?”
His hands were glistening with moisture from his fingers to his palms. He thrust his wet hand in front of her eyes and spoke in a low voice.
“This appears to be begging me to hurry up and fxck you.”
With nothing to say in return, Evelyn closed her mouth and turned away from his hand. She should’ve packed a few fine needles instead of relying solely on the poison. It would’ve been far more satisfying to jab a vital point, paralyze him, and finish it clean.
“How about that, my lady, is that enough?”
A soft, mocking chuckle settled on Evelyn’s skin like dust. He was a dead man anyway — what a shame he wasn’t dying faster. Every word out of his mouth grated on her nerves.
She forced herself to meet the hand she’d been avoiding and offered a strained smile.
“It isn’t enough.”
She muttered, each syllable bitten off like a curse. Then, gripping his wrist, she brought his glistening fingers to her lips.
“With how generous you’re being, I can’t help but look forward to it.”
