My Husband Never Dies - Chapter 56 🔞

“If you move like this…”

Calix kept her fingers intertwined with his and moved her hand as one. The slick, squelching sounds filled the bedroom, weighing heavily on the still air. Hot breaths spilled from between Evelyn’s parted lips.

“Hngh… mm…”

Schlick… squelch…

The faster the wet sounds echoed between her thighs, the more ragged her breathing became. Before long, she could no longer tell whether the trembling of her hips was her own doing or merely the result of his movements.

“You like it, Eve.”

Don’t you? She never heard the rest. Her own fingers— no, His fingers — guiding hers, had become the only thing occupying her mind.

“Haah…!”

His fingers slid deeper inside. The soft passage tightened around them until it was completely filled, her body clinging instinctively to the intrusion with small, involuntary spasms.

Shame crept from her fingertips, spreading relentlessly through her body until it reached her face. At last, Evelyn found her voice.

“…Ah… ngh… P-Please… take them out. Stop. Let me take my hand away.”

Calix smiled down at her pleading face. His quiet laughter echoed unpleasantly through the bedroom.

I hate this, I hate this.

Do you really? Liar. When you’re enjoying it this much.

No, I don’t want…

It almost felt as though her own pleading voice, laced with unconscious affection, and the man’s gentle words were flowing directly into her mind.

Was this really how she felt?

Looking down at the entrance that clung tightly around their fingers, he whispered low and coaxing:

“Eve, look. It’s holding on so tightly, refusing to let go. If you tell me to pull out while it’s clinging to me like this… which one am I supposed to listen to? Hmm?”

“Mmh!”

The next instant, he bent a finger, pressing unerringly against the most sensitive place inside her.

Her back arched violently against her will. A flash of white exploded across her vision. A rush of clear desire welled up from deep within her body, spilling over and coating their entwined fingers as though welcoming them.

“Ah… ngh… p-please…”

Deliberately, he continued stroking that tender spot. The slick walls inside her tightened, clinging helplessly to both their fingers.

Every time she felt her own arousal so unmistakably, her body betrayed her with involuntary tremors. An unbearable wave of helplessness and shame crashed over her.

Goddamn it. I just want those fingers out of me!

Evelyn glared at him through reddened eyes. The corners of his lips lifted as his thumb brushed over the swollen nub between her thighs.

“Ahh!”

A cry escaped her lips. Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain tore through her, lifting her hips clear off the bed. No matter how many times it happened, she could never grow accustomed to hearing those sharp, broken moans spilling from her own mouth.

She had never screamed, not even with a knife buried in her thigh. Pain could be controlled. But the sensations this man forced upon her shattered that control with ease.

And that was what she found unbearable.

“Looks like you’re enjoying it, Eve.”

“Ah… ngh… Just…”

“Just what?”

The Duke lowered his head until his lips brushed her ear. His breath was warm. Yet it felt strangely cold, unnaturally so, sending a shiver racing over her skin.

Evelyn glared at the man moving steadily through the narrow passage, her fingers still firmly trapped beneath his. Goddamn it. There was only one way to get her fingers out.

“Then just put it in already. Stop… playing games… ngh… Ah!”

Calix’s blue eyes curved ever so slightly. Their color reminded her of the sky just before it disappeared beneath a blanket of fog.

Without breaking his gaze, Evelyn bit down on her lower lip.

If this was going to happen anyway, then it was better to get it over with quickly than endure this endless humiliation and helplessness.

The moment he withdrew his fingers—

Schlick.

An obscene, wet sound followed them out of her slick passage.

At last free of his grasp, Evelyn jerked her hand away. Turning her head sharply to the side, she scrubbed her fingers roughly against the bedsheet, as though trying to erase the lingering sensation she never wanted to experience again.

Then—

“Eve.”

Calix caught her by the chin, forcing her face back toward him. Her inner thighs still glistened with the evidence of her arousal, yet Evelyn only stared back with wide, defiant eyes, refusing to acknowledge the pleasure her body had betrayed.

He leaned in and whispered:

“Isn’t it about time you were honest with yourself?”