Chapter 423 His body was covered in her scratch marks.
"Okay."
Ashley nodded calmly.
There was no need to be pretentious or act weak in front of him. They were already quite familiar with this kind of thing. It used to be legal and legitimate, but now every time felt like an insult.
"You don't want to?" Damian didn't force it, nor did he tease her.
Ashley's clothes were simple enough, no need for complicated procedures, just a bit of mental preparation. "It's not about wanting or not wanting. I accept Mr. Hearst's kindness, so of course, I have to give you what you want. But my skills are still the same, don't be disappointed."
He had been disappointed with her lack of cooperation more than once.
Every time after their marital activities, he would lie on top of her, dissatisfied, and say she was like a piece of wood.
Yes, she didn't understand those fancy tricks. He was her first man, her only man. He just crazily tormented her without teaching her any techniques or letting her experience any pleasure.
How could she possibly know?
Damian's fingers traced her chin, hooked back, and kissed her. "Skills can be learned."
As he said, that night, he really taught her some skills.
But this learning felt like paying with her life.
At first, he patiently guided her, coaxed her, and teased her until she was about to faint. Later, for some reason, he suddenly went crazy, tossing her up and down, back and forth.
She could hear Damian's low growls and roars but couldn't feel her own limbs or make any sound of resistance. Her whole body felt like it was placed in a bed of roses, with the rich fragrance and sharp thorns bombarding her senses and tearing her apart.
When she couldn't take it anymore, she hid in his chest and sobbed softly. He didn't stop, just licked away her tears with his tongue.
When she fainted and woke up again, the sky was already light.
Ashley tried to move, but she didn't even have the strength to pull her arm out from under him. Not only that, but she also woke him up.
She quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be dead.
Damian smirked, turned to his side, and looked at her tightly closed eyes and trembling eyelashes. His morning voice was hoarse in her ear, "Don't pretend, I saw you."
Ashley could only bite her lip, open her eyes, and whimper, "I'm very tired."
Damian gently brushed the hair off her forehead. She had sweated a lot last night, and her hair was wet and stuck to her skin, looking like a mistreated kitten, pitiful and cute. "What did you do to be tired?"
"I..."
She wasn't the one exerting effort, but she... she was also tired.
Damian chuckled, "Do you want to learn more?"
Ashley immediately clamped her legs together, curled up like a caterpillar, and shrank into herself. "No!"
Damian almost laughed out loud, but he didn't want to miss this rare cute moment of Ashley. "But I want to teach you a few more moves."
Without a doubt, the powerless Ashley was once again caught in his arms and painfully endured a morning session.
When she woke up again, it was ten o'clock.
She was so exhausted that she had no will to resist, lying there limply.
Unusually, Damian, who had a precise biological clock, was still lying beside her, sleeping soundly.
Ashley crawled up a bit and, in the bright summer sunlight, looked at his peaceful sleeping face.
He must have been tired, but he slept very peacefully.
His eyebrows were naturally relaxed, his long and thick eyelashes cast shadows, his high nose like a small mountain, his thin lips smooth and sexy, and the hard lines of his jaw and neck.
She held her breath and touched his chest with her finger, where there was a mark clearly made by her.
"Do you want to go again?"
Damian suddenly spoke. Ashley retracted her finger, lay back down, and pulled the blanket up to her neck, wrapping herself tightly. "When did you wake up?"
"When someone was peeking."
Ashley was speechless.
Damian lifted the blanket and got up. He wasn't wearing anything, standing directly and openly in front of the wardrobe, showing himself to her.
"Look, whose masterpiece is this?"
Ashley's face burned. Although she didn't want to admit it, the scratches all over Damian's body were undoubtedly her handiwork.
In the bright sunlight, they reflected the madness of last night.
"I'm not in great shape either."
Ashley pulled the blanket down a bit, revealing her shoulder and chest to him.
Besides the injured shoulder, other areas were covered in bruises.
Damian's jaw tightened, and his pupils contracted slightly from the pain in his heart.
Last night, he was so immersed that he didn't realize how hard he was being.
Damian bent down, grabbed her ankle without warning, and pulled her directly to the end of the bed.
"What are you doing!"
She felt her back lift, and in the blink of an eye, she was pulled in front of him, her forehead just touching his lowered nose.
"Go take a shower."
Ashley was afraid of him. Wouldn't taking a shower mean more intimacy?
"I'm not going. You go first."
"Your shoulder is injured and can't get wet. I'll help you."
The excuse was good, but Ashley wasn't falling for it. "I'll be careful not to get it wet. You go ahead."
Damian raised an eyebrow in displeasure. "Do I have to force you?"
In the end, Ashley was carried by him, skin to skin, into the bathroom.
Her bathroom was small, leaving no room for escape.
In such close quarters, with him like that and her like this, there was no need for words. Just looking at the marks on each other's bodies was enough to make her blush.
By the time they were done, it was past noon.
Ashley was exhausted and starving, her stomach growling, while Damian looked energetic, showing no signs of last night's exertion.
If he wasn't a pervert, what was he?
Damian had Thomas bring clothes. When the door opened, Ashley deliberately stayed far away, but even so, she still felt ashamed.
The small house had a fatal flaw: poor ventilation. The lingering scent from the bedroom had spread to the living room.
In no time, Damian was back to his dignified self.
Making her look disheveled and defeated.
Ashley sneered, a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Damian lifted his left hand, his long fingers sliding from her cheek to her chin. "Change clothes, we're going out to eat."
So self-righteous.
The elegant rooftop revolving restaurant was reserved just for her and Damian.
Violin music surrounded them, the performer lost in the melody.
Outside the window was the only city lake view in Rochester, but from this height, it looked like a white gem, with the island in the middle like a carving on the gem.
The last time she came here was a few years ago when the restaurant first opened. She and her parents had a Christmas dinner here.
That day, as they ate, snow began to fall outside, the flakes like goose feathers dancing in the air, the city lights glowing with the warmth of family reunions.
Her parents were very happy, saying that seeing snow on Christmas was good luck, a sign of a good year.
Thinking of her parents far away in Sylvania, Ashley felt that last night didn't seem so shameful.
"Who did you give that financing proposal to?" Damian suddenly asked.
The proposal was reprinted and left in the office. Ashley hadn't had time to contact any investors. "No one yet."
"Then give it to me." He said lightly.
Ashley paused, looking at him across the table. "What do you mean?"
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