Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 277

As this was her first time, Sophia was in so much pain that her forehead broke out in a cold sweat. She clasped his shoulders with her hands and could not endure the intense pain and dug her nails into her back, marking out a very long line.

She bit her lip and wanted to pull back, but he pressed his hands on her waist, not giving her a chance to retreat at all.

Charles was fired up. The blue veins on his forearm started bulging from his forbearance. Huge drops of sweat were flowing along his slightly buff muscles onto Sophia's body. The scene was ambiguous and carried traces of eroticism.

"Be good. It will be over soon." Charles pulled her hair away and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Sophia was panting heavily beneath him, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead constantly. "Don’t move… first. It hurts."

He dared not move at all. He simply held back his desire and kissed her body gently to help her relax. When she nodded and said okay, he began moving slowly with labored breathing…

A night of passion.

Sophia did not have a good rest and woke up at the break of dawn. Her limbs and bones were weak and sore. She grimaced and turned her body slightly, but was in so much pain that she drew in a mouthful of cold air instead.

"You’re awake?" Charles had woken up a long ago. He was currently propping up his right elbow on the pillow, turning sideways to look at her. Seeing that she was awake, he shifted to her side and pecked her on the lips, traces of smile stained his eyes.

Sophia had just opened her eyes and was not exactly clear-headed yet. When his kiss landed on her lips, Sophia’s eyes widened, looking slightly more awake now.

As she was not used to having a man lying next to her early in the morning, one who had even performed such an intimate act with her... She sprung up on the bed and pulled a distance between them subconsciously.

Pain.

It felt like she was being run over by a car—weak, sore, and slightly drained.

Sophia frowned and bent her waist slightly. The diminishing force on her waist had reduced the soreness on it.

"Are you hungry?" Charles' eyes flickered when he picked up her movement. Despite that, he did not say anything. "I'll go downstairs to fix you something to eat. You can lie down a bit more."

He lifted the blanket and got out of bed in front of Sophia without feeling the slightest embarrassment and began to dress himself.

There was no denying that Charles had a very nice figure.

There were defined muscles on his body but not to the point where they were greatly exaggerated, every single muscle on his body was just the right size. His shoulders were broad, the shape of his upper body was a perfect inverted triangle, a wasp waist, perky buttocks, and long legs. Every part of his muscle was interlaced with an aura of strong hormones.

Sophia watched him put on his underwear only to realize that she had been staring at him a little too long. She then looked away with a burst of heat on her face.

"Come here," Charles said suddenly after he was done getting dressed.

Sophia gently rubbed her waist twice, then glanced at the distance between them. It was more than a meter long. "I don't feel like moving."

"The sheets are stained, do you think you can continue sleeping here?" Charles raised his eyebrows slightly, went around to her side before she could say anything, and picked her up along with the blanket.

He was already very careful when he picked her up, but when she returned to the bed again, her back and thighs that he had just touched still felt very sore and painful.

Sophia sat up, propped two pillows up, and leaned against them, trying to massage her waist to ease her discomfort.