One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love Chapter 222 - Embraced to Sleep

Pressing on top of her, he proceeded to do it with her in this posture.

Although she protested and resisted, they were not as fierce as before. Her feeble struggle was not worth mentioning to him.

Toward the climax, she only buried the secret pleasure on her small face at the base of his nape.

She looked like an adorably coy kitten the way she protested in weak dinging.

Her snug breaths fanning his ear were a s.a.d.i.s.tic arousal. She did not know that her manners in the bed had almost transformed him into a beast, gluttonous only for her.

He was undoubtedly full of vitality in this aspect. Her stamina was poor compared to his, and drowsiness a.s.sailed her toward the end.

There were a few times he wanted her to get on top of him, but her body was just too lame and soft to stay put. As such, he could only make do with topping her a few times. This satisfied him somewhat, and he finally stopped his advances late into the night.

She was worn out by then and lay feebly in the bed.

Her eyelids were lidded and refused to open; pretty soon, she fell asleep with a flip to her side.

The s.p.a.cious room was filled with a beautiful aroma that could only come after lovemaking.

As his heavy heaving settled down, he wondered to himself, When did I start to l.u.s.t after a woman?

She lay on her side, her body subconsciously curling into a ball. Her messy, black hair spread across the pillow and covered half of her jade-like cheek. She looked indescribably alluring.

She liked to sleep in a fetal position. He recalled a psychological research claiming that women who slept in this posture were subconsciously insecure. She looked defenseless like this, which made his heart ache.

He lowered his head to gaze at her and, with that look, his heart was moved again.

This woman was like an ancient woe – inherently capable of bewitching men. Even in her sleep and stagnant posture, she could still capture a man’s heart.

He climbed down from the bed with her in his arms and went to the bathroom to wash her.

He concurrently summoned the servants to change the dirty bed linen.

In her hazy state, she felt a warm hand gently wiping her body with a towel.

Afterward, muscular arms seemed to carry her back to bed and embrace her as she slept.

His sonorous heartbeat reverberated in her ears the whole night.

Thump, thump, thump. The sound was soothing for some reason and made her feel loved and protected.

She slept soundly that night; she had not had such a peaceful sleep in so long.

Alternating between sleeping and dreaming was how she muddled through the night until daybreak.

She was woken by her empty stomach’s growling; it was already bright outside.

She turned to look at the digital clock on the bedside table. It displayed the time as one in the afternoon.

She had lost the concept of time in her long, deep sleep.

The window had an open seam, and fresh air, which fanned the curtain from outside and expelled the alluring scent from inside, ventilated the room.