Chapter 267 Sleep Together
Her service was anything but refined, her short nails digging in and leaving marks. Desire had built up to a painful level, his erection straining, the tip leaking pre-cum, desperate for release.
Each press sent waves of pleasure, culminating at the sensitive, swollen head.
"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you coming?" Diana snapped, her fingers twisting at the base.
The mix of pain and pleasure surged to the tip.
Charles' eyes reddened, unable to hold back any longer, a thick stream shot out, some even splashing onto her chin, his abdomen and thighs a wet mess.
It had been a long time for him, and he had a lot stored up. Even after ejaculating, more semen kept flowing out.
Diana frowned, the smell making her nauseous. She rolled over, pushing the panting, climaxing Charles away, and crawled to the edge of the bed, dry heaving.
Thankfully, she didn't throw up, but her throat tightened, her eyes reddening from the strain.
Charles was startled by this, frowning as he helped her up. "What's wrong?"
Diana swallowed, her face and body a mess.
This was her favorite nightgown! Completely ruined, and even if she washed it, she wouldn't wear it again.
She angrily pushed him away. "Morning sickness, you pervert!"
Charles' expression turned serious. Diana had almost no pregnancy symptoms, so he hadn't noticed.
Ignoring his still half-hard erection, he scooped her up.
Diana's eyes widened, thinking he wanted a second round. She kicked her legs, her nails scratching red marks on his back.
He seemed to particularly enjoy the pain during sex. Her scratching only excited him more, his erection pressing against her buttocks, forcing her to hook her arms around his neck to keep some distance.
Her glare seemed to have an effect.
Charles only ran a hot bath, placing her in the tub, patiently covering her with bubbles. Like a loyal servant, his hands, usually signing documents, were adept at bathing her.
This time, not having ejaculated inside her, cleanup was much easier.
The hot water opened her pores, making her feel dizzy with comfort.
Diana rested her hands on the edge of the tub, her chin on her hands, eyes half-closed.
While Diana soaked, Charles stripped off his clothes.
Turning on the shower, he rinsed his body, his eyes drifting to her, his hand unconsciously stroking his erection.
Before he could enjoy the sensation, Diana, half-asleep, started to slide down.
He frowned slightly, pulling his hand back, adjusting the shower to cold, dousing himself to extinguish his excess desire.
Diana felt herself being lifted, her eyelids fluttering open to see Charles, looking proper in a robe.
She was also in a new nightgown, probably changed by him.
The original bed was completely unusable. She dreaded what the servants would think when they cleaned it tomorrow.
Feeling embarrassed, she pinched his chest hard.
Charles grunted, looking down at her awake face, and said, "Got your strength back?"
Implying he was ready for round two.
Diana immediately closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep, hoping to avoid the hassle.
They moved to Charles' room next door.
Though only separated by a wall, the decor was worlds apart.
Monochrome black, white, and gray, very cold.
Compared to her bed, this one felt like a slab of stone.
'Is this what it takes to become a CEO? Who could sleep on such a hard bed?' she thought.
After a while, Diana grew more annoyed, kicking off the covers, sitting up, and shouting, "I'm sleeping in the guest room!"
Charles, sitting beside her handling some Percy Group matters, turned at her shout and said, "The guest rooms aren't ready. It's late, and the servants are asleep."
Of course, these were just excuses. He didn't want Diana running off. They'd already spent a lot of time together, and he was tired. He just wanted her to stay by his side.
Diana patted the bed, making a dull thud. "It's so hard. Can't you feel it?"
Since they'd slept together a few times, she didn't mind sharing a bed. But her pregnancy made her emotions volatile, and small things could amplify her senses.
She expected Charles to kick her out or yell.
But he just pressed the mattress. Compared to her bed, it was indeed harder.
He gently held her arms, soothing her. "Wait a moment."
He stood, fetching a blanket from the closet, folding it several times and placing it under her.
After finishing, he patted the blanket, teasing, "Sleep tight, Princess and the Pea."
Diana, seeing him deliberately teasing, slapped his arm, huffing as she lay down. It was indeed softer, easing her mood.
"How is it?"
Diana twisted, sleepiness washing over her, closing her eyes with a cold reply. "Bearable. Now shut up."
Charles, seeing her calm down, felt a bit lighter.
He chuckled quietly, returning to his work.
Life was more interesting now, with Diana's soft presence. Even small troubles were easily handled.
He wondered when she'd look at him with admiration again.
Maybe then, they could truly experience marriage and love.
Diana quickly fell asleep, her gentle breathing the only sound.
Charles didn't want to waste time on work, setting his things aside.
He slipped under the covers.
The coolness of the bed, exposed to the warm air, felt soothing.
But holding Diana close was the most comforting.
The Glenn Mansion.
Since the birthday party, Sabrina had locked herself in her room, sulking for days.
Garry, having only one granddaughter, was naturally worried, knocking on her door daily, trying to find out what was wrong.
But Noah knew better, stopping Garry, letting Sabrina cool off on her own.
In the dimly lit room, books and clothes were strewn on the floor. Sabrina sat on the carpet, watching a movie, mechanically eating chips, lost in thoughts about her and Diana.
She had been really angry at first, mad at Diana for hiding things, and feeling foolish for once liking Charles.
Who could have guessed the elegant woman she met by chance was Charles' ex-wife?
The odds were lower than winning the lottery.
Sabrina chewed her chips, her mood worsening.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Sabrina cleared her throat, took a sip of water, and called out, "Grandpa, I'm fine. Go back. I'll be okay in a couple of days."
There was a pause before a voice replied, "Sabrina, it's Noah."
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