It was already half past nine. The living room was quiet, and the space was only dimly lit up by several wall lamps.
After he knew that Abel had recovered, Waylon had already moved back to Macsen Villa. He did not want to be the third wheel.
Kendra was not around either. Abel guessed that she was in her room getting Quincy to sleep.
Abel went up the stairs and stood in front of the master bedroom.
In the bedroom, Emmeline could hear a pair of footsteps walking on the thick carpet in the corridor.
Her nerves went taut, and her toes curled up…
Abel pushed the door open.
The lighting in the room was intimately dim. Emmeline was lying on the bed, covered in a blanket. The outline of her figure was elegant and beautiful.
Abel walked into the room and placed the box of tarts on the coffee table.
He could feel his breathing become faster.
Emmeline was hiding under the blanket. She could feel the warmth of her breath surrounding her.
She heard Abel walk up next to the bed and stand next to her.
Abel took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa. Then, he lifted a corner of the blanket.
The first thing he saw was Emmeline’s shoulder. After that was her alluring collarbone.
Farther down, he saw several pearls resting on top of her twin peaks, covering the sensitive parts.
Abel had not looked at Emmeline’s face closely yet. He could not hold back his urges anymore.
“Emma?”
He continued to lift the blanket while slowly leaning his body onto hers.
Emmeline moaned softly. She stretched out her arms and hugged his neck.
An hour later, they moved to the bed.
Another hour later, they were on the chair.
Abel carried her, wrapped her with a towel, and brought her to the sofa.
He poured her half a glass of water, lifted her head up, and fed the water to her.
Emmeline felt she was alive again.
She shifted her body, hugged the man’s neck, and gazed at him dreamily.
“You’re treating me like your enemy or something! It’s like I’ve wronged you somehow in my past life!”
“Why not this life too?” Abel whispered in her ear. “I’m feeling it again.”
Emmeline buried her face in his chest. “How am I supposed to go out tomorrow?”
Abel chuckled. “You don’t have to go out. All you need is me.”
Emmeline pouted and grumbled, “No, I promised Janie I’m bringing her chicken soup tomorrow.”
“But I don’t want to let you off that easily tonight,” Abel said. “Now that Deathly Desire is gone, I need to let out the pent-up urges.”
“So you’re not going to have any mercy on me?” Emmeline could not help but tremble.
“Of course not!” Abel hugged her tightly with the blanket. “You’ll have to bear with my cruelty for the rest of your life, and possibly your next life too!”
“…”
“Shall we continue?”
“Nooo!” Emmeline wanted to run away, but her legs were weak, and she fell to the floor.
Abel hugged her and kissed her forehead. “Alright, I’ll let you go for now since you asked so nicely.”
Emmeline rested her head on his shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief.
I’m lucky to have such a handsome husband, but why are his stamina and endurance so high?
“Are you hungry? I bought tarts for you,” Abel said.
“Tarts? I didn’t expect you to buy tarts!” Emmeline chuckled.
“Why didn’t you expect that?”
“I didn’t know you’re so considerate!” Emmeline said while playfully pinching Abel’s cheeks.
“You taught me to be considerate!” Abel could not help but lower his head and kiss her cherry lips.
