Chapter 247 Who Exactly Has Sexual Dysfunction?
Tangled up together, they tumbled onto the waterbed.
Magnus held her close but didn't take it any further.
When she asked for a hug, he just hugged her.
Juniper used a tie to bind their hands together, like she was making sure he couldn't get away.
She smiled and said, "Magnus, we can be together again."
Now, as long as he was willing, they could always be together.
"Juniper?"
The tie was a bit tight, but it was easy to break free from. Magnus just didn't want to push her away.
Juniper laced her fingers with his, pressing into his palm, and straddled him.
The movement made the waterbed sway, and her silky long curls rippled.
She looked at him intently, raising her other hand to unbutton his shirt.
Magnus grabbed her hand. "You won't like this. You probably haven't taken your meds recently, so you can't handle it."
To Magnus, her behavior was just playing around.
But Juniper ignored his restraint and moved closer. "You're not me, how do you know what I like?"
The faint scent of roses brushed past his ear, cool yet alluring.
She started unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time, stubbornly looking at him and asking, "I'm helping you undress, won't you help me?"
Juniper rarely took the initiative, but when she did, it was intense.
Magnus's temples throbbed as he stared at her. "Is this your way of repaying me for saving you?"
"Think whatever you want."
Right now, she just stubbornly wanted to have sex with him.
The person in front of her seemed both real and unreal, clearly right there. But for some reason, Juniper always felt he was so far away.
Maybe it was because of the hint of aloofness in his eyes.
She could never see him clearly, even now when they were so close they could share breaths. But for Juniper, it was far from enough.
"You're trembling."
"It's just unfamiliar," Juniper replied.
The night before they went to the international seas, they had made love, twice.
At that time, she had indeed taken two paroxetine pills, but the pain of losing him seemed to have long surpassed her reactive response to him.
She was more afraid of losing him.
Magnus clearly felt something, and it was significant, but he restrained himself immensely. He held her restless hand and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. "Juniper, stop it."
Just holding her like this was enough.
Juniper bit down hard on his Adam's apple, showing no intention of stopping.
Then, her kisses landed all over his chin and lips, no pattern, just urgent and provocative, like a feather brushing over his heart, tickling him to the extreme.
The veins on the back of Magnus's hand were popping, and his Adam's apple bobbed. But he stayed still, holding himself back.
He couldn't push her away, but he wouldn't give in either, like she was just playing a game.
Juniper sat on him, arms around his neck, kissing him. "You clearly like it too, why won't you kiss me?"
"Juniper."
"Is calling my name all you can do? Magnus, do you have erectile dysfunction?" Juniper was getting a little angry.
Magnus felt a bit helpless. Erectile dysfunction was a serious jab for any guy.
Juniper seemed to remember something and asked with a serious face, "Was it the explosion on the yacht that hurt you there?"
Was that why he kept rejecting her?
The veins on Magnus's forehead throbbed. "Juniper."
"I wouldn't mind. If it's with you, I'm willing..."
He freed his right hand from the tie and pulled her up. She could feel his tension.
Juniper's eyes widened slightly.
He bit her ear, suppressing his breath. "Think it through. I might not be able to take responsibility for you. Juniper, stop pushing me. Get off me now. I won't do it. Don't do something you'll regret, okay?"
His voice was low and husky, his tone firm yet gentle. He was telling her to back off, but Juniper moved closer.
She stared at him with her watery eyes. "I'm an adult. I don't need anyone to take responsibility for me. I'll take it for myself. As long as we both want it, that's enough. Forever is too far away, I can't see the end. Magnus, I just want this moment."
"What I mean is, I might not be able to marry you. Even so, you won't regret it?" Magnus said.
Juniper lightly tugged at her lips. "You didn't marry me before, but we still made love, even had a child. Now you're saying this, aren't you being a bit pretentious? I won't cling to you. If you don't want to see me in the future, I can leave. But right now, you want to make love too, don't you?"
Their foreheads touched, and Magnus seemed helpless, sighing softly. "Why are you so stubborn? Juniper, there are too many entanglements. In the future..."
If he really died, what would she do?
Remembering someone deeply made it hard to start a new life. In the past, he selfishly hoped Juniper would always belong to him alone, whether in love or hate.
But now, staring down the barrel of life and death, he realized he wanted someone to take care of Juniper, give her a stable future. Whether it was William or Ronald, as long as she was happy, it was fine.
She cut him off, "Who knows what the future holds? I don't want the future, Magnus, I crave the warmth of now."
If they were destined for tragedy, she only wanted the present, where he was completely hers.
Who cared about the future.
Magnus held her hand, feeling the hard object on her ring finger—it was that plain silver ring. He had taken it off, but she had put it back on.
Juniper didn't give him a chance to refuse, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately.
He reached for the condoms tossed aside, but Juniper pulled his hand back. "I don't like it, it's uncomfortable."
Magnus frowned slightly.
If it were before, getting pregnant wouldn't be a big deal, but now, he was barely surviving. If she got pregnant again, it would be too irresponsible.
Juniper said, "I'll take the pill, taking it once is no big deal. Don't worry, I won't use this to cling to you."
Magnus was stunned.
Juniper was usually reserved, but tonight, she was reckless to the point of being willful.
Even now, she wasn't sure if everything in front of her was just a dream.
She did all this just to prove one thing—that the Magnus in front of her was real.
Such a massive explosion, a narrow escape from death was already a miracle. Even Juniper herself didn't believe it. She always thought that everything tonight was just a mirage conjured by her excessive longing.
Magnus seemed to hesitate, but Juniper hooked him and said, "What if those condoms have been tampered with? And the motel doesn't look very reputable."
Those condoms, she hadn't even seen the brand before, who knew if they were counterfeit.
Her concern was valid.
Magnus didn't insist on using them, smirking. "If it's not reputable, why are you staying here? On purpose?"
Juniper replied without thinking, "Where else would you find a waterbed in a reputable hotel?"
"You like waterbeds that much? Then in the future..."
Before he could finish.
Both of them froze.
Juniper's eyes sparkled. "What about the future?"
"Nothing."
The future, what future did he have?
Magnus swallowed the rest of his words, finding it laughable.
He leaned down to kiss her, every movement cautious, afraid she might get scared and have a reactive response. "If it hurts, we can stop."
Juniper had once fainted in his arms due to intimate actions, back when she had just returned to the Imperial Capital and was very resistant to him.
Since then, Magnus had never forced her.
The night before they went to the international sea, he had gotten drunk and indulged twice, not knowing if he had hurt her.
"Magnus," Juniper frowned, "Didn't you eat?"
"Does it not hurt?" he asked.
Juniper looked at him, shook her head, and whispered in his ear, "A little harder."
It actually did hurt, but Juniper, in her self-destructive way, wanted it to hurt more. It seemed that only this clear pain could make her feel that this wasn't a dream.
The nights in Sherlock Valley were always rainy.
The autumn rain drizzled down, creating a thin layer of mist on the glass window.
A slender hand pressed against the window, leaving a handprint.
Inside, the atmosphere was filled with passion.
Juniper was rarely willful and clingy, but she clung to him, making love for the sixteenth time in seven years.
Afterwards, she was exhausted, but Magnus seemed unaffected.
It was clearly her who wanted it, but in the end, it was her who couldn't go on.
Magnus pinched her cheek, chuckling hoarsely, "Juniper, who exactly can't go on?"
Juniper lay in his arms, reaching out to touch the gunshot wound on his left shoulder. After a while, her hand moved down, trying to touch the wound on his thigh.
He grabbed her small hand, laughing. "Touching the top is fine, touching the bottom will cause trouble."
Juniper's ears turned slightly red, but she stared at him, seriously asking, "Are there any other injuries?"
"Haven't you seen them all? Just two gunshots." He stroked her long hair, pressing her face into his chest, and added, "Nothing worth looking at. Weren't you very tired just now? Go to sleep."
Juniper buried her face in his chest, not speaking for a long time.
Gradually, Magnus felt his chest getting wet with her tears. Juniper cried silently, but her tears flowed fiercely.
What did he mean by just two gunshots?
One in the left shoulder, one in the thigh.
He had taken two bullets, solidly.
Magnus kissed her forehead. "Why are you crying? I'm still alive, aren't I?"
But the more he said that, the harder Juniper cried.
She thought, 'Yes, still alive, being alive was good. But it hurt so much.'
She held him tightly, choking, "Magnus, hold me tight."
He wrapped his long arms around her, pulling her completely into his embrace. She was almost embedded in his chest.
Magnus's hand stroked her long hair, soothing her in a deep voice, "Juniper, stop crying, okay?"
Juniper cried like a child, her eyes red. "Does it hurt?"
"Not too much," he replied.
"Liar."
Two gunshots, how could it not hurt?
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