"During the days you weren’t here, I hardly slept. Insomnia is truly torturous. Can you really bear to watch me continue to be plagued by insomnia? Can you bear to watch me suffer this way, hmm?" As the man spoke, his warm breath tickled her ear, his deeply seductive voice as alluring as ever.
Joanna Lawrence suddenly felt as if this man was acting coy with her.
Despite him not sounding coy, but rather, flirting with her in various ways from start to finish, Joanna still got that feeling.
Acting spoiled, playing the victim...
Just so he can stay the night.
Put bluntly, he wants to share her bed...
With that thought, a blush crept onto Joanna Lawrence’s fair face, which turned red as can be.
Although by "sleep", he meant simply sharing her bed.
She still felt terribly shy.
Her heart pounded wildly: "What...what does your insomnia have to do with me?"
Ashton Heath’s hand tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
The man dipped his head, lifting her chin with one hand, his deep heated gaze met hers, his lips pulled into a charming smile: "If I sleep with you, I won’t suffer from insomnia. That night when I held you, you were soft and fragrant, you’re tiny, it was so comfortable having you in my arms. Baby, tonight... I want to hold you while I sleep."
In between his words, the gaze in his eyes intensified, like a cluster of fires burning, lighting up his deep dark eyes, which looked somewhat shocking in their brightness.
Joanna Lawrence saw her own nervous and confused reflection in his bright eyes.
The man’s handsome face seemed to magnify inch by inch before her eyes, his burning breath brushing against her...
"Ashton Heath...," she cried out his name in panic.
"Baby, call me hubby." His hot, sexy lips pressed against hers.
Ashton Heath kissed her deeply, with force.
His kiss, much like him, was dominant, filled with possessiveness, distinctively similar to tasting fine cuisine, patiently and meticulously he kissed her, going from the corner of her lips to the sweet softness of her lips.
Then, parting her lips and teeth, he ravished her mouth more intensely.
The girl in his arms was fragrant and soft, akin to a delicious feast.
A feast only for himself.
Although Ashton Heath desperately wanted to devour this tantalizing feast, he knew it wasn’t the right time yet.
He had to be patient.
He would prefer for her to be willing, for such an experience is a beautiful one, and if it became an act of compulsion, it wouldn’t mean anything.
Proud as he was, he didn’t stoop to coerce a woman.
He had given her seven days, confident that at the end of it, she would willingly give herself to him.
The man kissed her with such fervor, that Joanna Lawrence could feel her tongue numbing and her breath hitching.
With no idea how to breathe properly, her face began to turn red.
"Hmm..." She didn’t want to become the subject of bizarre news stories as a woman who died from kissing. Just when she felt that she was about to faint, she pushed the still passionate man away with all her strength.
She immediately drew in the fresh air.
Joanna Lawrence took deep breaths, her chest moving up and down drastically.
She took around four to five deep breaths before she started to feel alive again.
Her little face, red from oxygen deprivation, gradually regained its normal color.