Chapter 433 Her First Initiative
"Evelyn."
"I can't sleep. I'm a bit hungry and want a midnight snack."
Evelyn lowered her long lashes to avoid his burning gaze and lifted the white box in her hand. "I heard from May that you like sweets when you're feeling down, so I bought a cake. Do you want some?"
Edward's eyes suddenly reddened, and he pulled Evelyn tightly into his arms.
"Do you want it or not?" Evelyn was almost out of breath from his embrace.
"Evelyn, I'm so scared," Edward whispered in her ear, his voice choked with emotion.
He was so strong and handsome, usually cold and aloof, but now he seemed utterly vulnerable.
"What's there to be scared of?"
"I'm scared you won't talk to me anymore. Just the thought of it makes my heart feel like it's being carved out with a knife."
Evelyn's dark, crystal-like eyes flickered, and a wave of shared sorrow rippled through her heart.
She understood his feelings all too well.
In the three years she was married to him, she lived in constant fear day and night, afraid he would ignore her, afraid he would divorce her.
Now, it was his turn to taste the pains of love she had suffered.
Evelyn walked into the room and opened the cake box. The enticing aroma of the creamy strawberry cake made her swallow hard.
But to Edward, the cake was far less tempting than Evelyn herself.
Compared to the cake, he wanted to devour her more.
Evelyn deftly cut two pieces and handed one to Edward. "I never knew you liked sweets. You never told me."
"The desserts I made for you before, you never touched. I thought you didn't like them."
Edward's fingers trembled as he held the spoon, taking big bites of the cake, but it tasted bitter in his throat.
"It's really sweet, thank you."
"Slow down, no one's going to take it from you. If you want, you can have my piece too." Evelyn brushed away her worries and joked.
He liked sweets because his childhood was so bitter.
Back then, even a piece of candy was a luxury for him, and he couldn't even dream of such a cake.
Later, he was called back to the Wellington family and became an enviable, rich young master. He could have anything he wanted, let alone a simple cream cake.
But that was how people were. When he couldn't get something he wanted, even if he got it later, he might not want it anymore.
"In the future, can I still have the desserts you make?" Edward asked cautiously, mustering his courage.
Evelyn's heart trembled, and she just smiled at him without saying anything.
He understood and forced a smile. "It's okay, I'll learn to make them for you."
"Tomorrow then."
Evelyn casually stuck a small fork into the cake's strawberry, acting nonchalant.
"Okay, then tomorrow I'll make it for you."
"I mean, tomorrow, May and I will go out to buy some ingredients, and I'll make it for you." She scooped a spoonful of cream into her mouth, her lashes fluttering, her voice soft.
Edward's eyes widened, sparkling with incredulous excitement.
"I'll go with you! I'll make it with you!"
"Suit yourself."
Seeing him so excited, Evelyn couldn't help but laugh. In her distraction, a piece of cream fell onto her.
The smooth, white cream slid down from her chest, staining her pink nightgown.
Edward stared intently at her exposed, round breast, more tempting than the cream.
His breathing grew heavy and rough, his blood boiling in his veins, his thin lips trembling with desire, his eyes dazed and infatuated.
"What are you standing there for? Get me a tissue!"
Suddenly, Evelyn watched as Edward leaned in, and a wave of warmth washed over her.
She lowered her eyes in shock, her face instantly flushing red!
Edward was licking the creamy foam off her skin, bit by bit.
His hot, slippery tongue moved and twisted, his breathing growing heavier with each stroke, his large hand wandering over her slender arm.
Evelyn's mind went blank, a tingling sensation spreading through her body, her eyes misting over, her thoughts no longer clear.
Her neck arched back involuntarily.
Until there was no trace of cream left on her skin, Edward reluctantly lifted his face, gazing deeply at her. "Isn't this better?"
At this moment, Evelyn's creamy skin was dotted with red marks, all Edward's doing!
She turned her face away in shame, her breathing rapid, her forehead beaded with sweat.
Edward wasn't much better off; they both looked like they had just been through a passionate encounter.
"Edward, aren't you being too presumptuous?" Evelyn pouted, her lips pink and tender, her embarrassment making her even more alluring.
Her sweet voice even carried a hint of a seductive sob.
Edward was deeply moved, but he was more afraid of her anger, afraid she would ignore him again.
"Evelyn, I'm sorry. I won't dare do it again."
The next second, Edward felt a blur before his eyes.
Evelyn suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, her slender waist pressing against his toned body.
She mustered her courage, her soft lips sealing his words, her tongue easily conquering his lips and teeth.
He was always defenseless against her, both body and soul.
Edward's whole body trembled, his heart pounding wildly, his mind going blank!
This was his queen, noble and unparalleled, kissing him for the first time.
It was a reward, a coronation, an honor, a moment to die for!
Edward could no longer restrain himself, his large hand gripping her slender waist, responding to her kiss almost fiercely.
Their mouths filled with the sweet taste of blood, but they didn't care, kissing as if there was no tomorrow.
Under the bright moonlight, their shadows intertwined.
In the height of their passion, for the first time, their fingers interlocked, showing the unwavering bond of lovers.
Though they had made love just last night and continued tonight, he still worried her waist couldn't take it, even if he was far from satisfied.
Evelyn lay half-awake in his arms, feeling exhausted but also deeply immersed.
Edward gazed at her with deep affection, finally unable to hold back:
"Evelyn, can we..."
"Hmm?"
His words stopped abruptly, and after a moment of inner struggle, he smiled bitterly.
"Never mind, this is good."
Evelyn found the most comfortable position in his arms and closed her eyes.
She knew exactly what he wanted to ask, but she didn't want to give him an answer just yet. Edward sighed, kissed her forehead, and whispered resignedly, "Evelyn, whether you love me or want me, it's your choice. But I will always be yours, I will always love you."
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