Chapter 368 Listen Carefully, I Will Only Teach Once
Margaret was completely stunned, her mind blank, her eyes wide open.
She stared in shock at Raymond, who had his eyes closed.
They were so close, closer than ever before.
Her heart was pounding wildly, much faster than usual.
A tingling, electric sensation spread through her nerves, bit by bit.
Margaret couldn't remember much from before, and she had only known Raymond for less than two days. Yet, despite his overly intimate actions, she didn't feel uncomfortable or repulsed.
Her body didn't mind his touch.
But Raymond kissing her out of the blue left her a bit flustered.
His fingers, which had been tangled in her long hair and holding the back of her head, stiffened slightly. Raymond thought she was upset and quickly pulled away from her lips.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
Margaret noticed his eyelashes were particularly long, like little fans or butterfly wings ready to take flight.
His pupils were amber, and she saw her reflection in his eyes. His gaze was like a deep, unfathomable lake.
One look, and she couldn't help but get lost in it.
Margaret's cheeks gradually turned a charming shade of pink.
Raymond glanced at her profile, and seeing her reaction, he let out a sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
"Forgot how to kiss?" Raymond teased, his smile revealing two dimples, his voice full of desire.
Margaret felt he was mocking her. "No, I didn't."
"Then show me," Raymond joked.
Margaret, eyes wide open, pecked his soft lips like a chick pecking at food. She kissed the corner of his mouth.
Indeed, she had lost her memory, forgotten everything, and felt like a novice. She saw Raymond's teasing smile, as if he was enjoying her embarrassment.
Margaret felt both shy and slightly angry, pushing him away. "Enough, stop it."
It wasn't fun anymore. Why did he enjoy making fun of her?
As soon as their lips parted, his large hand gripped her waist tightly, pulling her close to him.
Even through their clothes, they could feel the heat, like a fire burning inside them.
Raymond held her waist, giving a gentle squeeze to her soft flesh, making Margaret let out a muffled sound.
It was her most sensitive spot, and Raymond was pleased with her reaction.
"Listen, I'll only teach you once," Raymond said, lightly brushing her nose with his fingertip.
Then he kissed Margaret's lips again, his voice muffled, "Close your eyes when you kiss."
His voice was rich and magnetic, naturally seductive.
It felt like a feather tickling Margaret's heart.
Margaret obediently closed her eyes, feeling Raymond's dominance, his conquering presence. She was kissed until she was breathless, her cheeks flushed.
She panted slightly.
She wrapped her arms around Raymond's neck, softly calling his name, "Raymond."
"What's wrong?" He thought she was uncomfortable and quickly opened his eyes. "Is it too fast?"
If it was too fast, he could stop immediately.
Margaret, blushing, said, "I think I got it."
Raymond was momentarily stunned.
Before he could react, Margaret grabbed the back of his head, mimicking his earlier actions.
Margaret had always been smart, a quick learner.
Raymond suddenly remembered when they first got together, they were each other's first. Their first kiss was shared.
In a hotel room, neither of them knew what to do.
Raymond didn't know, and neither did Margaret.
They didn't even know how to kiss.
So they found a movie and learned from it. Their first kiss, guided by the movie, quickly turned into something more.
Margaret was so into him, unable to leave him, partly because he had completely won her over in that aspect.
They say the way to a woman's soul is through intimacy.
Raymond firmly believed this, and it was an unspoken understanding between him and Margaret.
Whenever Margaret got upset with him, and he was too busy with work to spend time with her, she would throw little tantrums. Raymond, not one to coax her, would instead use intimacy as a way to make up.
If once wasn't enough, then twice. If twice wasn't enough, then all night.
Margaret, exhausted by him, would always give in and beg for mercy. In their relationship, Raymond always held the upper hand.
Of course, Margaret often threatened to break up with him.
But as long as he didn't want to break up, it never happened.
Eventually, whenever he saw Margaret in a mood, he would assume she wanted to be intimate.
It wasn't entirely his fault for thinking that way, because Margaret did respond well to it.
But now, Raymond understood what he hadn't before.
Margaret had always gone along with him, never refusing him, not because she was cheap, but because she was completely in love with him.
When you love someone, you naturally want to be close to them, just like he did now, feeling the same way Margaret once did.
Lost in thought, Raymond didn't realize when Margaret had pushed him onto the hospital bed.
The sunlight streamed in through the white curtains, full of vitality and life.
It hadn't snowed today. Since Margaret lost her memory, the weather had improved. Maybe this meant their days would get better too.
Breathing heavily, both of them blushed.
Margaret felt him against her, her face heating up, both red and hot.
Raymond gently touched her hair. "That's enough, Margaret."
If they continued, he wouldn't be able to control himself.
He had always been rational, able to control his desires. The desire in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by a cool calmness.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Margaret asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, shy like a mosquito.
Raymond affectionately pinched her cheek. Of course it hurt, but he could endure it.
"Once the surgery is done and you're fully recovered, we'll continue what we started."
Margaret had felt a bit disappointed when he suddenly stopped, questioning her own allure. But hearing his words, warmth spread through her heart.
He cared about her well-being. Raymond truly loved and cherished her.
Margaret sat up straight, and Raymond did the same, helping her straighten her wrinkled, messy hospital gown, his eyes focused, as if she was the only one in his world.
"How's the student's comprehension?" Margaret suddenly smiled, asking playfully.
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