She writhed and struggled in his embrace.
Ashton Heath took a deep breath, and his hand gripping her waist tightened, almost crushing it. "Baby, don’t move. Do you want me to take you right here in the bathroom?"
The soft, fragrant body of the young girl twisted and turned in his arms, stirring his desire greatly.
He was on the verge of losing control and wanting to take her right then and there.
His voice was low and hoarse.
He also struggled to catch his breath while speaking.
With teary eyes, Joanna Lawrence lifted her head and saw the extremely handsome man wearing an expression of utmost restraint on his face.
He pursed his lips, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead.
Slowly, they slid from his forehead to his tall and prominent nose...
His adam’s apple bobbed up and down several times as he panted.
This scene of extreme abstinence yet tormented by desire was incredibly sexy and enticing...
Especially seeing his slightly painful expression due to his restraint, Joanna felt her mouth go dry as she stared at him.
The man before her was filled with an alluring aura from head to toe.
His godlike face, explosively sexy physique, and the movement of his adam’s apple as he swallowed...
Everything about him made one’s hormones surge.
Gazing at him, Joanna thought of how a man of such self-restraint would lose control for her, and she felt a touch of delight and triumph in her heart.
It felt like her vanity as a woman had been greatly satisfied.
"Baby, be good and don’t move," Ashton whispered into her hair, taking deep breaths, his voice husky. "Just let me hold you for a while, just a little longer."
Joanna was held tightly in his arms, their bodies pressing close together.
As he spoke, she felt his desire stirring, and immediately became petrified in his embrace, not daring to move at all.
The deep, sexy sound of his panting lingered in her ear for about a minute, as Ashton held her tightly, neither of them moving.
After a moment, his breathing gradually steadied.
The arm that had bound her waist slowly loosened its grip.
"Baby..." His voice was still hoarse as he slowly lifted his head, cupping her delicate, rosy face in his hand. He touched his forehead to hers, gently rubbing against her. "Are you still not ready? Do you remember what I said? I’ll give you a week before making your decision. There are two days left now, and I hope you can adjust your mindset as soon as possible. I don’t want you to continue resisting me after a week."
"I want us to be a real married couple, not just in name."
After finishing, he rubbed his forehead against hers again, his large hand stroking her tender cheek twice. "My patience has its limits, and I don’t want to force you. Do you understand what I mean?"
He had always wanted her very much.
This desire for her intensified even more after seeing David Benington today.
Although he knew that she and David would never be together again, the thought of their relationship having progressed to the point of discussing marriage and their special bond of knowing each other for ten years filled him with inevitable jealousy.
David was her childhood sweetheart.
He was also her first lover.
And he was the man she almost married.
Had it not been for David’s affair, she would have been happily waiting to become Mrs. Benington. Her husband would have been a man named David Benington, not him, Ashton Heath.
Just thinking about these things made it impossible for him not to care.