Chapter 357 I Will Cherish You Forever
Molly heard the heavy footsteps and didn't dare to turn around. She just hugged her frail, smooth shoulders, trembling.
She was like a little white rabbit that had been overly frightened.
"Molly." His Adam's apple bobbed forcefully, and the corners of his eyes were flushed red.
He slowly raised his trembling hand, wanting to touch Molly's silky skin. At that moment, Molly weakly and softly spoke, "I-I took a bath and wanted to apply some body lotion. I applied it all over, except for my back.
"Otherwise, I would have finished early and been lying down waiting for you to come back."
Eric listened quietly, his cheeks heating up, even his fingertips tingling, all his senses on the verge of shutting down.
He had seen too many women.
There were women who flaunted themselves naked in front of him; women who were charming and threw themselves into his arms.
But none of them made his heart race and left him at a loss.
"Eric, can you help me apply it? Please?" Molly's thin shoulders shrank as she gently asked.
"Molly, can I?"
Can he? Eric's breathing was heavy, filled with intense desire, a double entendre.
Molly bit her cherry lips, slowly lowered her arms that were protecting herself, and nodded.
Eric's heart raced in his chest. He steadied himself, squeezed the white lotion into his warm palm, and carefully placed his veined hand on Molly's skin.
'I won't do anything, I won't do anything. Eric, this is the moment to test if you're a beast!'
His fingertips trembled as he repeatedly chanted like a mantra to restrain his inner demons, suppressing his boiling desire.
But the moment he touched Molly, all his restraint and abstinence turned into uncontrollable passion. His eyes turned red as he fiercely pulled Molly's soft and tender body into his arms from behind.
"Eric." Molly called out softly, her cheeks flushed, like she was slightly drunk.
"Don't call my name." Molly's voice was hoarse, making one's heart ache.
"Eric, I—"
"If you call my name again, I really don't know what I will do. Molly."
"Eric."
The next second, Molly felt a violent shake in front of her, her body lifted off the ground.
Eric's large hand gripped her small waist, lifting her onto the shiny sink counter, where a towel was conveniently placed. Molly's small buttocks sat right on the towel.
Facing each other naked, Molly blushed like a peach, her pink lips trembling, stirring the mind.
Eric's rough palm pinched the flesh at her waist, turning it red, and the redness continued to spread, almost dyeing her trembling body with a seductive hue.
Molly, unable to balance herself, nervously clamped her legs around Eric's strong waist, her arms wrapping around his neck.
The string in Eric's mind snapped instantly, leaving it blank. He leaned in and kissed her trembling lips uncontrollably.
Having abstained for too long, once he gave in to his desires, he kissed her fiercely and aggressively, almost biting.
Molly's entire body was enveloped in Eric's scorching hormones. Her lips and tongue were sore from his sucking, but the pain carried a hint of stimulation, making her body tingle and almost melt under him.
"Molly, if you're willing to accept me, then bite me."
Eric pulled away from Molly's lips, his eyes filled with passionate red, his hot breath spraying on Molly's delicate nose.
The bathroom was filled with mist, and at this moment, Molly was drenched in sweat. Even though it was just a kiss, it felt like they had just finished an intense lovemaking session.
"If you're not willing, I won't force you."
Before Eric could finish his sentence, Molly bit his lip, kissing him gently and clumsily.
His mind was instantly overwhelmed with a wave of excitement.
Molly didn't say a word, but from her flushed ears, the love in her doe-like eyes, and her increasingly rapid breathing, he heard her answer: "I am willing."
That night, he held Molly in a passionate embrace, making love from the bathroom to the living room, then to the bed, and finally back to the bathroom, unable to resist doing it one more time.
Molly's delicate skin, untouched and tender, drove him to the brink of ecstasy.
He had never felt so satisfied, both physically and emotionally.
Her fragile waist, unable to bear much, eventually became sore and painful, making it impossible for her to stand. Molly panted and pleaded, lying on his chest, falling into a deep sleep.
Eric, like a well-fed lion, lazily squinted his eyes, gazing at Molly with deep affection and tenderness.
He circled Molly with his right arm, patiently patting her to sleep.
With his other hand, he carefully lifted the blanket.
On the white but messy sheets, a red flower bloomed brightly.
Eric couldn't help but smile, his eyes filled with a surge of emotions, and he kissed her deeply once more.
"It tickles." Molly was sleeping soundly, and even his teasing didn't wake her.
"Molly, you truly belong to me now."
Eric rested his chin in her hair, his fingers caressing her smooth arm, and he vowed in her ear, "Don't worry, those hard days are over. I will cherish you for a lifetime. Mrs. Clark."
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