His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 135

The heater had been turned on, but Tessa felt her entire body begging to grow unbearably hot.

Stephen pinned her to the couch and traced his hot lips all over her neck. His voice was dipped low, hoarse from want as he asked, "Tess, I want to stay the night with you. Can I?"

Tessa felt like she was cocooned by his body heat. Her face was beet red and she blubbered, "Y-You can…"

His lips curved up into a smile, the desire in his eyes intensifying. He didn't speak again, focusing all his attention on showering Tessa with endless kisses.

Tessa felt dizzy from his affection. She loved being intimate with Stephen.

Too many things happened recently, resulting in them not having the time to enjoy each other in ages. Both Stephen and Tessa couldn't hold back their desires any longer. A spark was all it took to set the fire ablaze.

Outside the window, the snow continued to fall quietly. The inner side of the window fogged up from their intense lovemaking. Tessa was drunk on the happiness and satisfaction welling up in her heart.

After all was said and done, Tessa could feel how sore her body was all over. She was so tired, her strength fleeing from her.

"Thank you, Stephen."

Stephen carried Tessa and walked over to the bathroom. "What are you thanking me for?"

Tessa was cradled in Stephen's arms. The haze of desire had not fully receded from her eyes. Her face was also still a sultry red. "Thank you for helping Anne find a suitable bone marrow. You gave her another chance at life. Thank you for giving hope to the siblings."

"That's it?"

Stephen lowered his gaze. Tessa could see the affection in his eyes.

She nibbled on her bottom lip. "Thank you also for always being by my side. For giving me love that belongs only to me. For allowing me to experience what love should be like."

Tessa had bared her deepest thoughts to Stephen. She also wanted to fan the flames of their passion even more. "Did you know, Stephen? You're very different from Zachary."

Stephen didn't get angry when she mentioned Zachary's name. Instead, he asked coolly, "How are we different?"

As they chatted, he carried Tessa into the bathroom. The heater had also been turned on in the bathroom, so the porcelain bathtub wasn't cold to the touch even though it was winter. He gently placed Tessa into the tub and ran some water for her.

Tessa lounged lazily against the side of the tub. "To put it more accurately, you and Zachary are different in my heart. Although I dated Zachary in the past, I never felt possessive toward him and I didn't like being intimate with him. But you're different, Stephen. I feel strongly possessive over you. I want to hide you away from the world and have you all for myself."

Tessa almost wanted to admit how upset she had been when she found out that Susan had been chasing after Stephen like a madwoman for 10 years. However, after recalling how Susan had passed away, Tessa decided there was no reason to bring it up again.

After he was done filling the tub with water, he stepped into it as well. He grabbed a towel and rinsed it before gently wiping down Tessa's smooth body.

He was pleased after hearing her confession. His eyes sparkled as he asked, "Strongly possessive, you say? How strong are we talking about?"

"Didn't I already say… I want to hide you away and keep you for myself?" Tessa muttered.

Stephen hummed his reply. He lowered his eyes, hiding them from Tessa's line of sight. But she could tell how he was feeling from the upward curve of his lips.

"Tess," Stephen called out her name with feeling.

"Hmm? What is it?"

"Do you love me?"