My Husband Never Dies - Chapter 58 🔞

“Eve?”

His cool hand settled gently over her closed eyelids. Then, without hesitation, his fingers swept upward, forcing them open. A silent command. Look at me.

Unable to resist him, Evelyn slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Calix’s unnervingly tranquil face. Not a single bead of sweat marred his smooth brow. His breathing remained perfectly steady.

He looked nothing like her… Nothing like the woman gasping like a cornered animal, drowning helplessly in pleasure.

“Ngh… mm…”

That’s right. He was a monster wearing human skin. It became painfully clear that even this had nothing to do with primal desires like hunger or lust. To him, this was merely another form of amusement — a way of confirming that what belonged to him was still his.

“Does it feel good?”

“…Shut… up… ngh!”

“Your body can’t lie.”

“Haah…!”

He wasn’t wrong. The heat between her thighs clung greedily around him, slick with desire, while the brxxst imprisoned in his hand had stiffened until it ached.

Every time he drove into her, fear twisted in her chest at the sensation of him churning deep inside. Yet at the very same time, some wretched instinct buried within her longed for him to go deeper still.

By the time her mind had become nothing but a mire of self-loathing. Calix stopped moving. He remained buried as deeply inside her as he could go, utterly motionless.

Frowning, Evelyn looked up at him in confusion. The moment their eyes met, a deeper smile spread across his face.

For some reason, it felt as though he had shifted inside her without moving at all. The strange sensation made irritation seep through her clenched teeth.

“Just finish already.”

“Eve.”

Calix’s hand brushed gently over Evelyn’s cheek as he whispered.

“Who said I was going to finish?”

He slowly withdrew, the long, slick length lingering at her entrance.

In that instant, a chill shot down Evelyn’s spine. Without warning, a primal fear took hold of her. What if this night never ended?

If he wished, the Duke could keep her trapped in this endless abyss of unbearable pleasure for tens, hundreds, of hours.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“…Please…”

“You have to tell me properly. I told you before; I can’t read your mind.”

“Just… please, hurry…”

Even the plea she forced out after swallowing her pride was, to him, nothing more than another trivial amusement. Listening to the desperation in Evelyn’s trembling voice, Calix drove back into her in one powerful thrust.

“Ah—!”

“Yes, see how much better it is when you’re honest?”

“…Ah… ngh… mm…”

Her vision blurred again. A breathy moan slipped from her lips, intertwining with the man’s quiet laughter.

Evelyn reached for him. Without hesitation, he offered her his neck. His lips. Their breaths mingled. Saliva mixed as their tongues tangled together in a desperate, one-sided kiss.

Drawing gently on her parted lips, the man laughed aloud once more, clearly pleased.

Swallowing the sound of his laughter, Evelyn panted helplessly, chasing the pleasure he fed her.

“Ah!”

Even as she hurtled toward her climax, the only thing reflected in her eyes was Calix’s composed, unhurried face.

For one fleeting moment, it felt as though her entire life had become consumed by this man alone. It was a miserable sort of comfort.

She had no idea how much time had passed.

The relentless frenzy that had left every nerve in her body numb finally came to an end, and a heavy silence settled over the room.

Her body drenched in sweat, Evelyn struggled to steady herself before staring blankly at the ceiling. Each breath she drew sent a dull ache radiating from between her legs.

Her face twisted in a grimace at the sensation of his seed flowing through her.

Calix slowly wound a strand of Evelyn’s golden hair around his finger, his expression as calm as ever.

“Get off me.”

Her voice came out rough and hoarse, the words as cold as she could make them.

He offered no reply. Instead, he continued idly playing with the lock of hair wrapped around his finger.

She no longer had the strength to stop him. Her heavy eyelids drifted shut, and a sweet voice soon lingered beside her ear.

“Shall I see you in your dreams?”

You son of a bxtch…

The curse never made it past her lips. Still mumbling it silently to herself, Evelyn surrendered to the crushing exhaustion and let consciousness slip away.