novelraw Chapter 388 The Consequences of Behaving Badly
Chapter 388 The Consequences of Behaving Badly
The light quickly dimmed, and Isabella Weaver finally felt a bit more at ease, yet she still clutched the towel tightly.Harry Hunter lowered his head to kiss her, her lips filled with the scent of wine and fruit, carrying a sweet, refreshing aroma that swept over Harry’s entire being.
Despite drinking so much without getting drunk, he found himself wanting to lose himself after savoring her lips.
He wanted to pull off her towel, but didn’t expect her grip to be so firm.
Harry coaxed her softly, "Baby, how do you shower with the towel on?"
"Just like this..."
"Throw the towel away, be good."
"Then turn around, don’t look at me."
"The lights are so dim, I can’t see anything."
Isabella still hesitated a little; she always felt like Harry’s gaze was like fire, making her whole body heat up when he looked at her.
In her moment of hesitation, Harry abruptly pulled off her towel and held her under the shower.
He kissed her in the warm water, lifting her leg with one hand, intimately pressed against her.
In the dimness, it seemed like the sounds and sensations doubled!
The bathroom was filled with steam, the mood exceedingly ambiguous.
Isabella couldn’t bear to hear her own soft and alluring voice!
She bit her lip hard, trying to restrain herself.
But she couldn’t control her body now; the one controlling it was Harry!
She became sensitive and soft, her whole body clinging to Harry, snuggled around his neck, under his control.
Harry kissed her lips and noticed her biting them, moving to kiss her ear instead, "Baby, don’t bite, I just want to make you feel good, no need to hold back."
He loved her delighted sounds so much; the sound was like a drug, the more he heard, the more addicted he became.
Shyly, Isabella buried her face in Harry’s chest, under the dim light, his firm chest and abs appeared even more sensual and well-defined.
Isabella couldn’t help but touch his abdomen, feeling the man holding her tremble.
Harry shivered again.
His voice turned husky, "Baby, don’t tease."
Isabella felt she discovered a new world.
Finally, Harry couldn’t help but let out a low moan.
He suddenly scooped Isabella up and carried her back to the bedroom, starting a new, more frenzied journey.
Isabella pleaded for mercy several times, but it was useless.
It was as if she had opened a forbidden Pandora’s box that couldn’t be closed.
She was swept away repeatedly, entirely overwhelmed and finally fell asleep in exhaustion, unaware when Harry used a wet towel to wipe her body again.
The next day, just as she opened her eyes, she felt her whole body aching and sore!
The man beside her hadn’t woken up yet, Isabella muttered under her breath, "Brute!"
She was extremely thirsty, got up to get some water.
Unexpectedly, as soon as her foot stepped on the carpet, she felt a sharp pain and fell down with an "ouch".
"What’s wrong?"
Harry immediately got up to hold her, "Does it hurt?"
Isabella hit him, "It’s all your fault!"
Knowing how indulgent he had been last night, Harry immediately admitted his fault, "It’s my fault, my fault! I was wrong!"
With him pampering her with no boundaries, Isabella’s anger surged, "Get out! I don’t want to see you!" No matter how she begged him last night, recalling it made her furious!
Harry carried her back to bed, feeling a bit distressed, "Let me see, is it swollen?"
Isabella’s face flushed red, clutching the blanket tightly, "Shameless!"
"Why do I need a face when I only need a wife?"