Chapter 365 Give Me a Chance, Okay?
Mary's face turned a bit cold as she wriggled out of his embrace, but the next second, she was pulled back in by a tight grip around her waist.
Her back pressed against Matthew's warm chest, his breath hot against her ear.
"Why are you up so early?" Matthew's morning voice was huskier than usual, and everything about him seemed to be waking up.
Mary could feel it, her body stiffening, afraid he might be aroused this early in the morning.
"I'm hungry," she said flatly.
Matthew held her tightly, his scorching chest against her back, as if trying to melt her.
"I'm hungry too," his voice even huskier.
Mary blinked, as if something had dawned on her. 'Is Matthew refusing to divorce me because he is still interested in my body? Would our relationship end once he lost interest?'
For some reason, Mary felt a wave of sadness.
"Matthew, I don't want to," she said.
Matthew's kisses lingered on her shoulder, his palm playing with her delicate skin.
Feeling her tremble, he tightened his grip. "Really don't want to?"
His kisses moved to her earlobe. "But your body is more honest than your words."
As his words fell, her body trembled even more.
Especially when Matthew knew Mary's sensitive spots and teased them on purpose, she was starting to crumble.
Sensing her emotional shift, Matthew's voice grew even lower, "How about getting things heated up?"
Mary bit her lip, trying to stifle any sound.
But he seemed dead set on making her moan, his hands moving more intensely.
Mary couldn't hold back a soft moan, her voice tender and slightly raspy, incredibly enticing.
"Feels good?" Matthew kissed her cheek, watching her.
Her cheeks were flushed, her beautiful eyes misty with desire.
He was very pleased with how she trembled in his hands.
Feeling overwhelmed, Mary suddenly turned and kissed his lips.
Matthew responded immediately, taking control.
But soon, Mary pushed him away, quickly getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom.
Matthew looked a bit stunned, his hand still in the position of touching her body.
Matthew's face darkened as he got out of bed and opened the bathroom door.
Mary was brushing her teeth, caught off guard by his sudden appearance in the mirror, his black boxer briefs barely containing his excitement.
For once, Mary looked a bit embarrassed and averted her gaze.
Matthew stared at her intensely, walked over, and turned her around, lifting her onto the sink.
His kisses rained down on her neck and collarbone, hot and teasing. Mary frowned, pushing him away. "Matthew, is this why you won't divorce me?"
Matthew's breath hovered over her breast, his voice hoarse. "Isn't this why you get a husband?"
He lifted his head, his eyes displeased. "Be fair, give me a chance, okay?"
Mary's face flushed, her eyes gaining some color, no longer cold.
Matthew was very satisfied, his large hand moving to her leg.
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