Chapter 302 Happened to See
Diana was panting, her usually clear eyes now clouded with the chaos of pleasure.
Hearing his words, she instinctively leaned in for a kiss.
He pressed his lips to hers, kissing deeply, their mouths wet and intertwined.
Diana was completely drained, not wanting to move at all, letting him hold her in his arms.
Her skin was marked with red spots, her lips flushed from the kissing, and she looked exhausted as he held her close.
The post-coital tenderness was the best remedy for their spent passion. She lay on the bed, breathing slowly, her whole body feeling soaked.
Charles caressed her back, his fingers gliding over her smooth skin, as if he were handling a rare treasure.
The warm light in the bedroom softened the atmosphere, calming the lingering desire.
After being ravished for so long, Diana's breathing was weak. The pleasure was intense, but the repeated waves of it had left her utterly exhausted.
Her body was sticky with fluids, and the air was filled with a musky scent.
Leaning against him, Diana frowned slightly in distaste. After a moment, she wobbled as she tried to get up and head to the bathroom.
Charles enjoyed the post-coital intimacy, but when she moved, his arms felt empty.
"What's wrong? Still got energy?"
"Shower! I'm filthy!" Diana snapped.
'This jerk, Charles, used to clean up after, but now he only cares about his own comfort.'
As she moved, her inner thighs burned, definitely chafed red from their lovemaking.
Seeing she wasn't leaving, Charles relaxed a bit and stepped forward to pick her up.
"I'll do it."
Diana's legs were weak, so she didn't argue.
But being carried face-to-face like this, she had to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist to avoid falling, like a koala.
Once the water was ready, Diana sat in the tub, the hot water enveloping her, opening her pores and making her feel comfortable.
Charles naturally slid in behind her, pulling her into his arms.
Her skin was smooth and delicate, and the water made the red marks on her skin even more noticeable.
When the water touched the wound on her shoulder, Diana winced in pain.
Charles had a wound too, but he seemed much more composed.
Their wounds were in the same spot, and now that they were close, it was even more apparent.
Diana's wound was bigger, perfectly matching his bite mark.
He hadn't bitten too deeply, so it might not leave a scar.
Thinking that his mark might fade, Charles ground his teeth, tempted to bite again.
But as soon as he leaned in, Diana flinched away.
She turned her head slightly, water droplets falling from her hair onto her nose, then slowly sliding over her lips and chin before dropping into the water, creating small ripples.
"Don't, it hurts."
Her plea was particularly effective. Charles narrowed his eyes but didn't continue.
Instead, he held her fingers, gently massaging them.
Diana had been pampered since childhood, never doing much work, so her hands were soft and delicate, even the flesh in her palms was tender.
The bathroom was filled with steam, even her eyelashes becoming damp.
After soaking for a while, Diana felt parched.
She wriggled slightly, and Charles noticed.
"What's wrong?" he asked in a low voice.
"Thirsty."
There was a splash of water as Charles stood up, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and left the bathroom, water droplets still clinging to his skin.
Diana, leaning against the tub and feeling drowsy, forced herself to stay awake, waiting for the water.
Charles returned shortly with a glass of water.
She drank more than half of the glass before handing it back.
Charles took the glass and set it aside, then lifted the now limp Diana out of the water.
The sudden exposure to air made her shiver, and she tried to retreat back into the water, but he wrapped her in a towel.
"You can't soak for too long," Charles said plainly.
Diana paused at his words. "How do you know?"
The last person to tell her that was Isolde. How did he, a man, know such things?
Charles didn't answer, focusing on drying her off.
Since realizing his feelings, he had studied a lot about pregnancy, and this was basic knowledge.
Once she was dry, he carefully dried her hair.
Diana was so tired that by the time he finished, she could barely keep her eyes open.
Even as Charles kissed her gently, she kept her eyes closed, silently enduring.
After everything was done, they lay back in bed, Diana's breathing gradually evening out as she fell asleep.
Charles, more awake, propped himself up, watching her quietly.
His fingers traced her brow, slid over her eyelids, and paused at a tiny mole on her cheek, barely noticeable unless you looked closely.
After the brief release, his emotions had calmed, but the thought of her meeting someone else made jealousy grow in his heart.
He stayed awake all night, the sky gradually lightening.
Diana frowned in her sleep, caught in a nightmare.
In her dream, there were many Charles, like waves crashing her to the ground.
She tried to run, but countless hands held her arms and legs, immobilizing her.
Their deep eyes and moving mouths seemed to be saying something.
Until a hand covered her mouth and nose, making it hard to breathe, she finally heard, "You're mine, you're mine, you're mine!"
A nightmare!
Startled, Diana woke up, her eyes wide with shock.
She had cried a lot last night, and now her eyes felt dry.
She closed her eyes again, rolling them to ease the discomfort.
The warmth beside her indicated Charles had just gotten up.
A low, suppressed groan came from nearby.
Diana, still groggy, lifted her head from the covers.
She saw Charles sitting naked at the bedside, his side profile illuminated by the faint light through the curtains.
His hair was wet, casually pushed back, revealing his handsome features and deep-set eyes.
Below was his strong nose and full lips, his expression restrained, his Adam's apple moving.
What was he doing?
Diana squinted, her gaze drifting lower, and saw his hand wrapped around his erection, moving slowly. Occasionally, a broken moan escaped his lips.
Diana's breath hitched, and she instinctively covered her mouth to keep from making a sound.
But her movement rustled the covers, catching Charles' attention.
He turned, his eyes dark, meeting Diana's gaze.
Neither spoke. Diana buried half her face in the covers, watching him.
What now? What should she say?
Scold him? But this was normal, she just happened to wake up and see it.
Greet him? That didn't seem right either; they had just fought last night, why greet him?
Caught in her dilemma, Diana even forgot to be angry.
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