Laughter rang out, vibrating through the chest, so low and magnetic that even through the gauze-like, large shirt Titus Zane could feel the tremors.
A tickle around the ear, as Nathan Moore’s tongue swept over it, followed by an ambiguous chuckle that burrowed into the eardrum, "Darling, so impatient,"
Her face turned crimson in an instant, and after these days together... that action was just an instinctive reaction. Just as she was about to pull back, Nathan Moore caught hold of one of her ankles.
His raised eyebrows bore a teasing air, "It’s rare for darling to be so proactive, even if I’m exhausted to death, I must satisfy you, right?"
"Nathan Moore, stop it!" Even though Nathan Moore always liked to make bedchamber talk, Titus Zane was still not quite used to it, after all, she was too shy and not comfortable with it.
"Stop what?" Nathan Moore raised his eyebrows again, his teasing gaze clearly spelling mischief, his well-defined fingers fanning the flames over Titus Zane’s body. After days of teasing, he already knew exactly where her sensitive spots were.
"Stop talking or stop doing?"
Suppressing the throbbing and longing in her heart, Titus Zane reluctantly said, "Neither..."
"Hmm?" The man on top exaggeratedly furrowed his brows, "Really, nothing?"
Those slender fingers, snake-like and agile, caressed over her body. Before Titus Zane could react, they hovered provocatively, teasing, encircling but never going further in exploration.
Looking at the woman beneath him who clearly desired it yet forcibly restraining herself, Nathan Moore leaned his handsome face closer, his warm lips breathed by Titus Zane’s ear as he whispered.
"Your body is so much more honest than your little mouth..."
"Nathan Moore!" When Titus Zane’s heart was full of grievances, she heard the man say, "But I also like your little mouth... I wonder when it can help me again..."
Without giving Titus Zane a chance to react, he took the opportunity to invade, and she sighed comfortably as she was filled up, then the man propped himself up, during the slow rhythmical movement, his gaze settling on Titus Zane’s peach-blossom-like face, his dark eyes also appeared misty... Thɪs chapter is updated by N0velFire.ɴet
"Darling, do you prefer it gentle or a bit rougher?"
Titus Zane admitted, at this time, he cared very much about her feelings...
"Hmm..." A soft moan spilled out, seemingly unbearable yet satisfying, Titus Zane bit her lower lip, "I like both..."
"Ha!" A light chuckle sounded out, and as he watched the woman in intoxication, he felt equally content. Feeling her tension, he quickened his pace, and then the woman bit his shoulder, her repressed sobs like a cat’s, irritatingly tickling one’s heart, amidst the pounding sounds, he led her to the peak together.
The next day, Nathan Moore flew back to T City with Titus Zane, refusing her request to take care of Jon for a few more days.
The Crown Prince of E Country surely wasn’t so poor as to be unable to afford a caretaker, and besides, his woman was not a nanny. Why should she keep running around him?
Because of this, Titus Zane was very unhappy, and she had a tiff with Nathan Moore. From Capital City to T City, she wore an eye mask to sleep the entire journey, ignoring Nathan Moore completely.
In T City, Ariana Evans was still on "vacation," and Julian Zane also stayed at home, not only because of his physical discomfort but also because of the pressure caused by public opinion.
Now, the whole of T City, and even the entire country, knew he was a heartless and vicious man who intended to transplant his legitimate daughter’s heart to the child of his mistress.
These past few days, Ariana Evans was constantly suffering from headaches, perhaps due to the immense pressure, sitting on the couch with her eyes shut, massaging her temples.
There was the sound of a doorbell from outside, Ariana Evans with furrowed brow instructed, "Ms. Zhang, go open the door." Ever since the rumors surfaced online, it had been a long time since friends had come to visit.