Chapter 287 Kiss Skills Teaching
He had never had the chance to give her the "Eternal" necklace he had won at the auction.
In some legends, when a man puts an anklet on a woman, it symbolizes that their destinies are "locked" together, meaning they will be together forever.
He liked this symbolism, so he decided to transform the necklace into an anklet.
Additionally, the anklet had a built-in tracking chip, so no matter where Diana went, he could find her immediately.
But he didn't tell Diana about this little feature.
"I don't like it, it's ugly! Take it off!"
Diana struggled for a while to no avail and then extended her foot, ordering him.
Under the light, the gems on the anklet sparkled brilliantly, highlighting her delicate skin and beautiful curves.
Charles bent down, reached out a hand, and reverently held her foot.
His hot lips pressed a kiss onto the top of her foot.
Like a lowly worshipper grasping the hem of a goddess's dress, he only wanted to dirty and ruin it.
As desire overflowed in his eyes, Diana's expression changed slightly. She quickly pulled her foot back and hid it under the blanket.
She almost forgot Charles was a pervert.
Fine, if he wouldn't take it off, she could just keep it hidden under her clothes.
But the next second, Charles pulled her out from under the blanket, his heavy breathing close to her ear.
"Let me kiss you."
Diana gasped, and before she could struggle, he flipped her over, spreading her legs to straddle him.
She felt something hard and familiar pressing against her, making her squirm.
Feeling it grow larger, Diana dared not move.
Her eyes reddened, and she grabbed Charles by the neck, gritting her teeth.
"I just got out of the hospital! And you're still at it! You pervert."
Charles' eyes were deep as he wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, speaking softly, "I won't hurt you."
He wanted to make love, but he also had to consider Diana's health. He wasn't an irrational beast.
He gently patted Diana's back, coaxing her.
"Lift your head, let me kiss you for a while, nothing else."
Diana rarely took the initiative, but the last time she kissed him, it left him savoring it for a long time.
Her eyes were red as Charles' hand roamed her waist, almost slipping under her clothes.
"Swear it."
"I swear."
Charles found it amusing to swear at a time like this but didn't want to completely anger Diana, so he solemnly swore.
Seeing him comply, Diana hesitated for a long time before pouting and kissing the corner of Charles' mouth.
It tasted like mint.
He raised an eyebrow in delight, tightened his grip on her waist, and whispered, "Keep going."
The second time, she was noticeably more relaxed and kissed the same spot again.
But this time, Charles deliberately turned his head, their lips meeting fully.
Diana was a bit annoyed and slapped him, not too hard. "Let me."
Charles wasn't scared by the slap; instead, he got more excited, his erection throbbing beneath her. His voice was hoarse.
"Okay, you do it, like I kiss you."
Diana frowned. His kisses always left her breathless, making it hard to tell if it was a kiss or an attack.
She looked up to see him staring at her lips, a sense of shame washing over her.
She gruffly threatened, "Close your eyes!"
Charles' jaw tensed for a moment before relaxing. He closed his eyes as she instructed.
His eyelashes were dark and thick but not curled, making him look like a well-behaved puppy.
Without sight, his sense of touch and hearing heightened.
He first felt his wrists being grabbed and placed on his chest.
The next second, a light breath tickled his face, making him feel a bit itchy.
Soft, moist lips with a hint of fragrance pressed against his, and just the touch of their lips made his blood boil.
As his heart raced faster, Charles eagerly awaited her next move.
Diana's soft, warm tongue tentatively licked his lips.
Seeing no strong reaction from him, Diana's tension eased a bit.
In her past life with Grant, they were often apart, and their kisses were few and far between.
She wasn't keen on such intimate acts of lip and tongue.
But now, to soothe Charles, she tentatively tried a French kiss.
Charles' Adam's apple bobbed, his eyelashes trembling. He wanted to pin Diana down and ravish her but feared scaring her, his whole body nearly turning red from restraint.
After a short while, with no reaction from Charles, Diana frowned slightly, complaining, "Are you a block of wood? Are we done? I want to sleep."
Charles slowly opened his eyes, his lips glistening, his expression calm but his words infuriating.
"Your kissing skills are terrible, no feeling at all."
Diana almost laughed in anger. If it weren't for the hard thing pressing against her, she might have believed him.
She wanted to slap him but feared he'd enjoy it.
She snorted coldly, letting go of his hands.
"Then Mr. Percy, go find someone with better skills. I'm going to sleep."
Charles found her so adorable that he couldn't help but chuckle. The gloom in his heart from the past few days vanished.
He pulled Diana back, one hand gripping her chin, his expression serious.
"I can teach you."
Without waiting for her reaction, he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue invading her mouth.
His kissing skills had improved significantly on Diana, his tongue licking and entwining with hers.
Diana felt weak all over from his kiss, clutching his collar and gasping for breath.
After what felt like an eternity, her lips swollen, Charles finally let her go.
"Alright, your turn."
Diana looked up, and if looks could kill, he'd be dead.
She was already tired from the day's events and his constant teasing. Now, she was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, her temper flaring.
"Get lost!"
Diana unceremoniously pushed him away, rolled to the corner of the bed, and covered herself with the blanket, looking indifferent.
Charles wasn't angry at being pushed. He stared at the lump under the blanket for a long time before heading to the bathroom to shower.
As the sound of water filled the room, Diana's eyelids grew heavier, and she soon drifted into sleep.
When Charles came out, it was late at night.
He moved quietly, stepping to the bedside. He was pleased to see Diana's peaceful sleeping face.
Asleep, Diana lost her aggressiveness, looking serene and soft.
In the dim light, he bent down, gently caressing her face, his heart swelling with emotion.
He wished things could always be like this. When the baby was born, he would remarry Diana, and she would be his only wife again.
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