Free Web NovelChapter 1124: Chapter 585: Extra: Burning Love Overflowing 1_2
"Five hours."
"Is it still night?"
"Yes, dawn is approaching."
She caught the scent of still damp seawater on him and asked, "You’ve been by my side all along."
"I can’t help myself around you."
He said wearily yet held her tighter with tenderness, kissing her neck.
His aura enveloped her entirely, his warm lips on her neck as she turned around to hold his head and kissed him fiercely.
He switched positions, pressing her down and kissing deeply.
There was no resistance, no hesitation as they longed for each other, tongues intertwining...
Her desire for him was such that she helped him remove all his upper clothes...
The sudden sound of a nurse knocking made them halt abruptly.
She pushed him away quickly, "Someone..."
He murmured, "The door is locked."
"But there might be surveillance here..."
"There isn’t..."
"But..."
"Why do you talk so much?"
"Huh?"
He thrust forcefully, causing her back to bump against the bedhead.
"It hurts..."
Not only did her back hurt.
He was too forceful, and she was unprepared.
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Her body wasn’t ready, making her frown in pain.
"Geoffrey..."
She held onto him tightly, her body slightly trembling.
He paused, holding her frowning face, "Did it hurt?"
She nodded.
"I’m sorry..." he kissed her forehead with infinite tenderness.
Seeing his gentle gaze melted her heart, "It’s okay..."
He lowered his head, deeply kissing her.
Her hands wrapped around his neck, eagerly matching his rhythm...
Like two people in a desert about to dry up, they desperately drank from each other’s mouths like a refreshing oasis...
The heat from his body was enough to scorch every nerve on her, igniting her own body, discomfort gradually faded, she was moist enough...
As her voice of difficulty echoed out, he started to thrust heavily...
Her body rose and fell with each of his movements; his intensity was overwhelming, yet the pleasure erupting inside her made it irresistible as she chased after him, climbing higher and higher...
She was soaked in sweat, resting on his arm, too tired to open her eyes.
He cradled her, kissing her sweaty hair.
Naked, they held each other tightly.
She slowly lifted her head from within his embrace, looking up at him with flushed cheeks, unable to hide her shyness.
She wondered whether the hospital’s soundproofing was any good, as tonight’s patients next door might have already been woken by their commotion.
"Are you tired?"
His voice was hoarse; compared to her exhaustion, he seemed perfectly fine.
She shook her head, leaning against his sturdy chest, wanting only to hug him tightly at this moment.
He pecked her cheek, pulled back the blanket, and prepared to leave the bed.
She held him nervously, "Where are you going?"
He turned to her, looking lovingly, "I’m just going to shower."
She gently bit her lip.
"What’s wrong?"
She lowered her head.
He chuckled softly, his hand tenderly caressing her cheek, "I’m just going for a shower."
She slowly lifted her eyes, those pretty eyes meeting his deep gaze, "I’m afraid once you turn away, I might not find you again."
"Silly girl..." he gently touched her delicate cheek, "I’ll never leave you again."
"Do you mean it?" She pulled his arm closer, hugging him tightly, "You’re not lying to me?"
He laughed softly, "When have I ever lied to you?"
She gleefully climbed onto his shoulders, "Then I want you to take me to shower together."
"The bathroom is too small."
"I don’t care." She leaned on his shoulder, acting spoiled.
He couldn’t help it, wrapping her in a sheet and lifting her from the hospital bed.
She laughed brightly, hands wrapped around his neck, like a playful child, continually kissing his lips.
"Stop messing around..."
"I want to kiss..."
"..."
After showering, he carried her back to the bed.
She was mischievous, always clinging to his neck, unwilling to let go.
He was forced to lean low, seriously speaking to her, "Stop messing around, dawn is near, let’s change clothes."
"Then help me get dressed."
He looked exasperated.
She acted spoiled, "I want you to help me dress, please?"
"Alright..." he could never refuse her.
She giggled with satisfaction and released him.
He stood up, wearing his pants and shirt.
She sat wrapped in a sheet at the bedhead, admiringly watching his muscular back and slim waist.
Not until he was fully dressed did she shyly look away.
He turned around, sat on the bedside, and pulled her close, softly saying, "Wear the hospital’s clothes first, I’ll ask Aunt PA to bring yours over at dawn."
She nodded obediently, hugging him as he helped her dress.
His movements were skilled, effortlessly helping her wear her lingerie, obviously an area he had thoroughly studied while removing them in the past.
While he focused on fastening her hospital gown buttons, she noticed his distraction, making several mistakes.
She puzzled, then realized his gaze lingered on her prominent assets...
Her greatest pride was that despite her slender frame, she had curves in all the right places—a coveted, enviable figure among women.
It was said to be inherited from her mother.
Therefore, her chest was ample, even though it was clothed, it looked as if ready to bloom...
She wasn’t shy about him staring, instead, once fully dressed, she hugged him, whispered against his ear, "Geoffrey, you’re so lustful..."
Chester Robinson was embarrassed.
She giggled, kissing his slightly parted lips, luring, "When we get home, I’ll be with you again."
She was a natural enchantress, instantly making his blood boil.
He grabbed her defiant hand, accidentally brushing against his crotch, pressed her onto the bed, bit savagely, a punishment...
