Chapter 424 Still Want More
This slap wasn't heavy.
Compared to before, this time, Edward could consider Evelyn as caressing his cheek. He even couldn't help but curl his lips slightly.
Was Edward just smiling?
How was he becoming more and more perverted?
"What are you doing, taking off my clothes?" Evelyn crossed her arms over her chest, not realizing her cheeks were flushed red.
Edward gazed deeply at her, his eyes full of tender affection. "I'm helping you treat your wound."
What a righteous reason. Edward was getting worse!
"You, you could have waited outside until I changed into appropriate clothes, or you could have just cut open my sleeve with scissors. Why do you have to take off my clothes?"
Evelyn's face turned red with anger, her watery eyes glaring at him in shame and anger, her snow-white chest tinged with a blush that was both alluring and maddening. "You're shameless, acting so righteous while being a rogue!"
"Evelyn, we were married and had sex during our marriage. Even after the divorce, it happened."
Evelyn's breath hitched, her rose-petal-like lips pressed tightly together.
She remembered that night when he begged her to be his antidote, his strong and hot body pressing down on her. In the heat of the moment, she had wantonly and actively wrapped her legs around his moving waist, engulfing him like a wildfire.
It seemed she was more passionate, more immersed.
Edward's voice was hoarse, his eyes tinged with desire, clearly struggling to control himself. "I've seen everything of you, things no one else has seen."
"If I did as you said, wouldn't that be too pretentious?"
"Edward, you!"
Evelyn had just opened her red lips when Edward pressed down on her, scaring her into shrugging her fragrant shoulders and closing her eyes tightly.
She felt his warm hands gently undressing her.
With a flick of his fingers, the shirt, barely hanging on her shoulders, slipped off instantly.
Evelyn's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she let out a soft, kitten-like whimper in her shyness.
Faced with such beauty, Edward's heartbeat and thoughts were in disarray, even his breathing was hot and sticky like the air on a scorching summer day by the sea.
"Evelyn, relax, let go of your hands. How can I treat your wound like this?" Edward whispered gently, coaxing her.
Evelyn's ears turned red from his overly pampering voice, her mind out of control, and she actually listened to his nonsense, trembling as she lowered her arms from her chest.
Her full, small chest was so sexy that it made his blood boil.
Edward's breathing became erratic, his eyes red as if they were bleeding, his starry eyes misty as they slowly roamed, landing on her tight, slender waist.
He had experienced the softness there, and even now he couldn't forget that night when his large hands caressed that slender waist, taking and giving tirelessly.
Having had sex, he couldn't let go; he was addicted, and he wanted more.
He still wanted more.
Edward's hands were trembling, and it was only with his innate masochistic willpower that he managed to treat Evelyn's wound and bandage it properly.
Evelyn glanced sideways at the neatly and beautifully wrapped bandage on her left arm, feeling moved.
His emergency treatment skills were still so professional, the things he had learned seemed to be etched into his DNA; no matter how many years had passed, he could still pick them up with great proficiency.
"Thank you, you can leave now."
Suddenly, Evelyn's vision darkened, and she watched as Edward leaned over, trapping her beneath his chest.
"Evelyn, you can thank me in another way."
Before she could respond, he couldn't hold back any longer.
Edward's rough fingertips grasped her delicate chin, like a traveler who had been walking alone in the desert for too long, suddenly seeing a spring of sweet water, how could he resist?
He suddenly sealed her sweet lips, prying open her teeth dominantly as if declaring his sovereignty, entwining her fragrant, slippery tongue, kissing more and more wantonly, deeper and deeper.
He wished he could swallow her whole, making her a part of his body, never to escape.
Evelyn's voice was muffled, her chin raised as Edward bullied her thoroughly.
Her beautiful eyes were watery, not knowing if it was from grievance or if she was kissed into a state of oblivion.
Edward had no intention of letting her go just like that. Tonight, it was destined to be another sleepless night.
He skillfully avoided touching her wound, his left hand reaching behind her to remove her last piece of clothing.
He also broke through Evelyn's last psychological defense, and she completely surrendered, her delicate body soft and pliant under him, as if her bones would scatter at a touch.
"Evelyn, this time, I'll be very gentle. Trust me, okay?"
Evelyn's watery eyes closed again, and with a soft moan, he took it as her consent.
The temperature in the bedroom gradually rose, the scent of desire thickening.
His hot, scorching lips covered hers again, no longer restrained but extremely gentle.
Compared to the last time they made love, he had improved this time.
She felt no pain, only waves of pleasure, making her deeply addicted.
Was there such a love?
Clearly, she resented him, hated him deeply, yet when it came to making love, it could only be with him.
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