Chapter 121 If a Baby Comes, then We'll Welcome it
Ophelia also enjoyed the passion; they were both in the prime of youth, and she knew how difficult these past days had been for him.
Unable to indulge despite the temptation, Finnegan had been visiting the restroom every night.
Ophelia never confronted him about his nightly excursions, pretending to be oblivious.
His back injury was deep, and any vigorous exercise would certainly affect the healing process.
Finnegan's kisses grew more aggressive, his hands wandering, eliciting provocative sounds from Ophelia.
She was swept up in a maelstrom of confusion and desire, her body growing hot with longing.
She was a normal woman with normal desires, especially given such tantalization – and by Finnegan, no less.
After their intense exchange, she lay on the couch with him on top, their eyes locked in a gaze full of lust.
"Finnegan."
Breath short and her chest heaving from the fervent kissing, Ophelia's disheveled clothing left little to the imagination. With flushed cheeks and sultry eyes, Finnegan tightened, brushing strands of hair from her forehead, his voice low and laced with desire, "Ophe, give yourself to me."
There was no turning back now.
Ophelia's lips were a shade redder from the intensity of their kisses, glossy and alluring. Finnegan's gaze drifted from her flushed lips, down to her collarbone, her chest and lower to her abdomen.
Ophelia's skin was fair, blushing with a rosy hue at the slightest excitement, making her even more tempting.
Her eyes settled on his arm, still wrapped in a bandage. She smiled and teased, "What if the wound reopens? Aren't you worried about it affecting the experience?"
"As long as a man's waist isn't injured, nothing else matters," Finnegan responded with a chuckle, pinching Ophelia's waist playfully, tickling her.
At this point, Ophelia no longer held back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear with a smirk, "Let's see just how strong your waist is."
Her words fueled Finnegan's enthusiasm.
A wave of elation swelled in Finnegan's heart as he carried Ophelia to the bed and said, "The battlefield is wider here."
Indeed, the more spacious battlefield allowed Finnegan to perform unrestrainedly.
And the subsequent events proved that Finnegan's waist was in perfect condition...
Within the confines of their modest apartment, every corner became their battleground.
That night, a thought crossed Ophelia's mind. The fear that once gripped her heart gave way to a desire to be with him forever.
The ecstasy of the moment made Finnegan feel that even dying with Ophelia was worthwhile.
He wished to meld her into his very marrow, to possess her completely.
In a crucial moment, Ophelia began to panic, "Um... I think we don't have any..."
He kissed her cheek softly, "If a baby comes, then we'll welcome it."
The words shook Ophelia to her core. Did Finnegan truly see a future with her?
Or was this just sweet talk in the heat of passion?
She recalled him saying once that children were the most troublesome of creatures, a poor investment.
Exhausted, Ophelia felt her mind was faint from lack of oxygen. Her thoughts ceased, and she fell into a deep, blurry sleep.
By the time she woke up the next day, she didn't linger on Finnegan's words.
Some things, once said, are better left uncounted.
Today was Ophelia's birthday, and Finnegan had indeed taken her to church. After they got up and freshened up, the driver waited for them downstairs.
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