Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 85

After a very long time, I felt wanted.

After a very long time, I felt someone cared for me.

And this feeling is so good.

I know why my body is reacting to his every action because, the moment we enter this room, he has become my Blake, my old Blake. The one I used to love

The one who wanted me

"Let's go inside before any of us catch a cold. Hmm?" He asked again after some time, and I did not reply.

"Hmm." I nodded my head yes, and he scooped me into his arms.

I look into his eyes as he walks back to the room. His eyes were ahead. He drops me at the bed carefully, and, taking a remote, he closes the door back and dims the lights even more.

As if my eyes had stuck on him and I was just noticing his every action.

I know for a fact that whatever he is doing has a reason, and I want to know if there is anything other than the money.

He dropped his body on me and took a deep breath as if, finally, he had gotten back home after so much stress.

I closed my eyes when I started getting some feather-touch kisses on my neck, and his hand came up to my breast and he pressed it sensually. Closing my eyes, I welcome all the pleasure, and as he promised, this will be the longest two days of my life.

When I woke up, I found myself alone in the room, and I felt somehow disappointed because it'd been two days since Blake was always around.

I can't even forget our make-out session yesterday morning, which continued till the shower and after breakfast, then lunch and after dinner, and the middle of the night.

He has exhausted me to no end, but again, no complaint because whatever happened was with my consent, and I have no regret.

Yes, I did not want to do this, but his one-touch melted me as if the ice melted when it came in contact with fire.

And this time I wanted to burn myself in that fire, and I will never regret the time I have spent with him in these two days. I am going to cherish this.

I looked at the clock on the table, and it showed me the time of 11 a.m.

I got up from my bed and took a step, but I winced the moment a sharp pain shot up there. Gosh, this man is a monster in bed.

And I wonder where he gets so much energy. We have done nothing apart from passionate sex in the past two days.

This room must smell like sex, I guess.

With difficulty, I walked ahead, finished my business, and discarded my clothes. I stood under the warm shower, and that hot water soothed my skin instantly.

After having a bath, I notice my clothes hanging behind the door, and I smile, looking at his thoughtfulness. Because I know it's him who has hanged them.

Wearing them, I walk out, and I know I can go down now as he has already left.