Chapter 411 Give it to Me, Will You?
Harper was totally caught off guard, with Francis's body all up in her space.
And it was like, super early in the morning. This whole setup was way too suggestive!
Francis gave her this intense look, like he was asking her something without saying a word.
Even though he was on top of her, he was holding himself up with his arms, so it wasn't like he was crushing her. He was just making sure she couldn't bolt.
Harper's face was boxed in by his strong, lean arms, so she had no choice but to stare at him.
Because of the way they were positioned, Francis's pajama collar was a bit open, and with just a little shift of her eyes, she could see his chiseled abs.
Add in his good looks, and the whole scene was just... wow.
Harper didn't know where to look, so she just stared at his collarbone and mumbled, "I didn't mean to."
Francis's gaze dropped a bit, and he saw her in those cute pink pajamas.
He loosened his grip a bit and said in a low, deep voice, "Excuse denied."
Harper was like, what? Denied? It was just a little accidental kiss.
How valuable were Francis's lips, anyway?
She frowned and said, "So what do you want? I already said..."
Before she could finish, Francis's arms gave out, and most of his body fell against her.
Then, his long, beautiful fingers lifted her chin, and his hot, wet lips came down on hers without warning. He couldn't hold back anymore.
Harper felt like the world was spinning, and she was being completely taken over.
Francis's tall body pressed against her, his presence overwhelming.
Harper was kissed until she was breathless, her eyelashes fluttering, mind blank. She just passively took Francis's intense kiss.
His warm, big hands gently caressed the back of her neck, moving slowly, teasing her with extreme tenderness.
Harper felt her whole body go weak.
Then his hand changed tactics, giving a firm squeeze, and an electric shock sensation spread through Harper's body.
Harper, like a startled cat, let out a moan and just remembered to push him away when her wrist was grabbed tightly.
Francis's lips and tongue invaded her mouth without mercy.
At that moment, Harper's heart was pounding like it was gonna burst out of her chest.
He was so skilled. Even after all these years, he still knew her body and how to hit all her sensitive spots.
Harper felt all her strength being drained by Francis.
He knew exactly how to torment her senses bit by bit.
"Harper," Francis finally let go of her lips, his voice hoarse and uneven, "Give yourself to me, okay?"
Harper was still in a daze, her lips slightly parted, eyes unfocused, and lightly panting.
Before she could answer, he was already sucking on her earlobe.
His fingers moved slightly and managed to lift her skirt, his hands slipping inside.
Harper's heartbeat stopped for a moment, her breathing quickened, and she exclaimed, "Francis."
Francis's voice dropped lower. His eyes, once cool like moonlight, now turned red, staring at her.
Harper's breathing slowed, and she reached out to cover her nightgown, her face all flushed. "No, no!"
"Harper, let me..." Francis's voice was all hoarse and desperate. "I can't hold back anymore."
Five years of holding it in, and now the woman he loved was right here. This guy couldn't keep playing the gentleman anymore.
Harper snapped out of it a bit, feeling even more embarrassed.
How could she be so weak, falling for Francis's charm?
Francis lowered his head again, kissing her cheeks, earlobes, neck, leaving hickeys everywhere.
Harper felt like she was on fire, her long-dormant desires waking up.
Sweat was dripping from Francis's forehead as he tried to hold himself back.
"Harper, you have needs too. Don't lie to me. Did you feel good just now?" His voice was rough and desperate.
Harper instinctively bit her lip, her ears and cheeks turning red.
She wanted to say no, but her body was screaming yes.
And then came the shame. How could she want Francis?
Francis didn't give her a chance to think, kissing her like crazy.
"Harper, trust me. I can make you feel even better." He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above the headboard, his cool lips trailing down her earlobe.
Harper completely gave in.
And just like he promised, he gave her the ultimate experience.
In that moment, her heart was filled with the satisfaction of being a woman.
Turned out, sex could really make her feel pure joy without any guilt. They just went back to their primal selves.
Afterwards, Harper was too tired to move.
She wasn't the one doing the work; Francis was the one who had put in the effort to please her.
But she felt like she'd been run over by a truck, sore and weak, with all sorts of discomfort.
Both of them were covered in sweat, the air still thick with their scent.
Francis tightened his arms around her, holding her close, and kissed her gently, like he wanted to merge her into his body.
Harper was held so tightly she could barely breathe.
And she felt that besides being hot, Francis's body was actually trembling a bit.
"Harper, I'm so happy," he said, his voice trembling too.
That kind of excitement was contagious, making Harper feel it too.
Harper was momentarily speechless, not knowing what to feel. At this moment, she believed Francis had really kept himself for her for five years without touching another woman.
So what?
After the high from the sex faded, the reality they faced was even more complicated.
Harper didn't feel like forgiving him. She was just seduced by him.
But she had enjoyed it too.
Harper slightly regained her strength, patted his hard arm, and mumbled, "I need a shower."
Right now, her mind was full of regret.
How could she lose control and get tangled up with Francis again? She needed to soak in water and think carefully about what to do next.
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