Chapter 1290 - 675: Extra: Is It a Wedding Dress and Not a Nun’s Habit? (2)

Chapter 1290: Chapter 675: Extra: Is It a Wedding Dress and Not a Nun’s Habit? (2)

His kiss on her neck was neither too light nor too heavy, neither too fast nor too slow, filled with magic, stirring the desires within her body, making her writhe uncontrollably.

Her writhing body rubbed against the most sensitive part of his lower body, causing that area to gradually pitch a tent...

He suddenly grabbed her hand, which didn’t know where to rest, and placed it on his waist.

She was in a state of enchanting confusion, understanding his intention, writhing with a restless body, she clumsily undid the belt at his waist.

At the same time, he wrapped his hands around her back, undoing the clasp of her bra...

The bra was casually tossed to the ground, followed by the last coverings below...

They faced each other naked...

His hand reached to the moistness between her legs, knowing she was ready. He used his hand to spread her legs as wide as possible...

The next moment, his enormous bulge thrust into her velvety smooth passage...

This was their first union after the miscarriage, and she frowned in pain.

He noticed her body flinch; he paused, looking at her furrowed brows with heartache, asking in a deeply hoarse voice, "Does it hurt a lot?"

She nodded.

"Then I’ll pull out."

"No."

She held him tightly, then shook her head with determination, "I’m okay."

He lowered his head and kissed her, comforting her, "If it really hurts, tell me."

"Okay."

He slowly started to move rhythmically, more nectar flowed from her petals, moistening her entire passage, making the friction no longer painful...

Seeing her tightly furrowed brows gradually relax, he kissed her sweat-drenched forehead, unable to control himself any longer, and moved vigorously...

After the passion, she leaned wearily against his chest.

He embraced her, kissing her sweat-soaked hair with satisfaction.

The intensity from earlier left her still breathless, as she lay exhausted against his chest.

He held her tightly, his magnetic voice deep, "I’m sorry, your body hasn’t fully recovered yet..."

Alice Robinson, with the last of her strength, lifted her head, shook it at him, then held him tighter.

He couldn’t help but kiss her forehead again, "Baby, I really can’t live without you."

She tilted her head up, gazing deeply at him, her voice tired from exhaustion, "You’re not mad at me? I made such unreasonable demands of you?"

He looked into her clear eyes, "I’ll never be able to get angry with you."

"But just now, I really thought you wouldn’t come to find me..." she said, sadly disheartened.

He lifted her chin, gazing at her beautiful face, "Without you, what meaning is there to my life?"

"Do you really mean that?"

He slightly rose and pecked her lips, "I’ll call Becca now." Saying this, he reached for the phone on the bedside table.

She suddenly reached out to stop him, clasping his large hand, interlacing their fingers, "Do you really think I want you to make this call?"

He naturally knew she wouldn’t want him to call.

She looked at him, sighed, "Forget it... Che, let’s just let this matter rest."

He looked at her, puzzled.

She reached out to caress his handsome face, smiling softly, "Che... actually, since we came to New York, you haven’t done anything to harm our relationship. You’ve been very attentive in nurturing our relationship, while I was being nitpicky in moments when we were clearly happy."

"No, it’s the lack of security I gave you in the past that made you overthink, but whether you believe it or not, my heart truly only belongs to you."

She gazed deeply at him, listening as he continued to speak.

"I really don’t have any lingering feelings for Becca. Meeting her at the airport was just a coincidence. Our pleasant conversation wasn’t because I was happy to see her, it was merely a reunion between friends... Learning that you went looking for Becca, I was angry not because you confronted her, but because you didn’t come to me first with your concerns... From my perspective, Becca is just an outsider. She has already left my life, and I don’t understand why you are entangled in past events. I’m very upset with your distrust of me, very upset that even today you still don’t trust me. I thought when you chose to come with me to New York, you had completely trusted me..."

Alice Robinson lowered her eyes in sorrow, "I know I shouldn’t have involved Becca. Whether or not you have feelings for her, she is innocent."