novelraw Chapter 593 - 592: Wanting Her (Part 9)
Chapter 593 - 592: Wanting Her (Part 9)
His eyes lost their coldness, the piercing gaze seemed to have long seen through everything."Cold." Sleeping alone was indeed cold, so he pulled her over and sealed her lips.
"Mmm!" Her whole body was pushed, finally pinned against the wall by him, breathing heavily, biting her lower lip, sucking it tightly.
She widened her eyes.
He kissed her again!
"Baby, don’t resist." He just really wanted to kiss her. Because he had been suppressing a lot of anger since the morning, that kind of indescribable fire.
"Just one kiss." He wouldn’t do anything else to her!
"..." She felt like her whole body was filled with lead.
His breath was cold, too aggressive.
Hey, didn’t he say just one kiss? How many times has he kissed now, why hasn’t he stopped!
Moreover, his big hand still grasped her small hand.
"No..." She pushed the man away suddenly, "Crown Prince, we... can’t do this anymore."
She was afraid she couldn’t control herself, then something might happen with him, and it would harm the little baby in her belly.
Noticing her like this, he stopped his actions, refusing, well, it was all his fault that he couldn’t hold back just now, which led him to kiss her uncontrollably.
"Okay, darling, no more kissing." He held her tightly, and after a while commanded, "Go back to the room." Stop wandering around here, seeing her in a camisole nightdress in the dead of night was simply lethal!
He was a vigorous man, strong and robust, how could he bear it.
His voice, hoarse, sexy.
"Then let me go!" She struggled a few times, with him holding her so tight, how could she go back to the room, she mumbled, "Then... why don’t you carry me to the room."
"Do you really want me to carry you?"
He was a bit puzzled.
The little thing usually rejected him, and today she was also hot and cold, making him uncomfortable.
Just pushed him away, and the next second, said let him carry her to the room.
"Yes." She nodded to confirm. She didn’t know why, suddenly relying on his embrace, recalling many things from the past. She had decided, if before giving birth, she still hadn’t fully accepted him, still didn’t feel secure, then she would leave him.
If after giving birth, this relationship made her feel sweet, she would... be with him.
...
Her room, no lights were on.
The slightly ambiguous neon outside the window lit up the room.
He held her, in a princess carry, hugged into the room, placed on the big bed.
Covered her with the quilt, looked at her big eyes, for three seconds, then leaned down, a kiss fell on her lips, coaxed: "Darling, good night."
After he finished speaking, he planned to stand up straight and walk out.
Who knew, before he could stand straight, she suddenly hooked her arms around his neck, then brought her soft lips up.
What’s going on? Does she know what she’s doing now?
He leaned back, planning to end the kiss, who knew, she spoke first: "Lucas..."
"Don’t go..."
"Stay with me..."
The girl’s voice carried a hint of comfort.
As if inviting him.
As if pleading with him.
He had a moment, feeling, she also cared about him, wasn’t used to sleeping without holding him, right?
Actually, it was the same for him. Suddenly not holding her to sleep, he would feel uneasy.
His lips curled into a smile, movement frozen, maintaining the position hovering over her: "My dear wife, what did you just say?"
"Lucas... don’t go."