My Husband Never Dies - Chapter 55 🔞

The seductive smile that curved his lips made Evelyn catch her breath before she even realized it.

Even as she trembled with frustration at her own helplessness, her body — already far too familiar with pleasure — began responding as though it had been waiting for those words.

It was nothing more than a physical reflex. And yet the fact that her body reacted exactly as he wanted was enough to fill her with unbearable shame.

Smack. Calix planted a noisy kiss on her fingertips. The ticklish sensation spread from the tips of her fingers, sending a sharp thrill racing up her arm. She deliberately tried to ignore every change taking place in her body.

Things like this.

“I can smell how wet you are.”

Unlike the Duke, who looked thoroughly pleased, Evelyn could only glare at him so fiercely that her eyes turned red.

But she couldn’t say a single word.

Warmth slowly gathered between her bare thighs.

The part between her legs had already surrendered to pleasure. Goddamn it. It welcomed him eagerly.

After pressing several lingering kisses to her fingertips, Calix finally drew two of her fingers into his mouth.

“…Haah.”

His thick, burning tongue slowly wrapped around them.

The sensation of it sliding between her fingers, licking at the delicate skin there, was maddeningly vivid.

The way he looked down at her through lowered lashes was so obscenely sensual that a tremor rippled through her lower belly. Then she felt his knee slip between her thighs.

“Ah!”

The cry escaped her before she could stop it. Evelyn bit down hard on her molars. His knee moved like a serpent, slowly pressing against skin that was already slick wet.

I hate this. She hated the body she could no longer control. But more than that, she hated herself for knowing that, in the end, she would yield to him.

“Eve, look.”

At last, the Duke released her fingers from the heat of his mouth.

Still staring at him with eyes clouded by fury, resignation, and shame, Evelyn lowered her gaze to her hand suspended between them. Her two fingers glistened with saliva. For one irrational moment, she wanted to cut them off.

Receiving no response, Calix smiled at her again, his eyes curving gently. His well-shaped lips slowly parted.

“I’ve gotten them nice and wet for you, so why don’t you do the rest yourself?”

“What?”

Only then did Evelyn finally respond. His gentle gaze settled on her as he silently took hold of her hand. Instead of answering, he guided it downward.

The moment her fingertips brushed over the soaked lips between her thighs, it felt as though the air had been stolen from her lungs.

“No!”

She instinctively curled her hand into a fist in defiance. The only man in the world capable of making her feel shame smiled in a way that sent a chill through her.

“That would be troublesome.”

Still cradling her hand from wrist to knuckles, Calix patiently unfolded each of her fingers one by one. His voice remained as calm and refined as ever.

“I know you want something inside you, but you’re not fully relaxed yet.”

“…Don’t talk nonsense.”

He answered only with the faintest lift of an eyebrow. Then, guided by his hand, her damp fingers parted the tight entrance.

The sensation was vivid. Hot. Wet. Slippery. It made her skin crawl. The slickness coating her fingers, the yielding warmth that clung to them…

Faced with reactions from her own body she had never wanted to acknowledge, Evelyn swallowed the curse rising to her lips.

Her fingers moved against her will. Each time the hand trapped within his shifted helplessly under his guidance, a soft, wet sound filled the room. Little by little, an unfamiliar sensation began to gather low in her belly, impossible to ignore.

“It seems you’re starting to enjoy yourself, aren’t you?”

Calix brushed a hand over Evelyn’s flushed cheek before pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. His other hand didn’t neglect the hardened peak of her brxxst, caressing it with practiced ease.

Her body, already conditioned by him, shed warm desire in slow, helpless drops, as though her own slender fingers could never be enough to satisfy it.

She swallowed. A dry throat. An ever-deepening thirst. She tried desperately to ignore it.

“Eve, so how does it feel inside you?”

The moment the words left his lips, one of the Duke’s long fingers slipped into the narrow opening beside hers, scraping slowly along her slick inner walls.

The unexpected jolt of pleasure made Evelyn’s hips jerk upward on instinct.

“Ah—!”

She bit down hard on her lip, but she couldn’t stop the moan from escaping.

Instead of fighting the sounds any longer, Evelyn squeezed her eyes shut.

“Ah… ngh…”

The pleasure spreading through her lower belly was nothing more than a body’s instinctive response to stimulation.

Just as a knife driven into the abdomen would make the body curl in pain without conscious thought. That was all this was. Evelyn forced herself to believe it.

Because if she didn’t… She knew she’d end up clinging to this man again in another pitiful display.