Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress (Thalia) novel Chapter 76

They were so close. His warm breath caressed her neck, the crisp, appealing scent of his woody cologne penetrating deep within her. 

Thalia’s nerves suddenly tightened, her breathing becoming rapid. 

After speaking, Asher lowered his gaze to Thalia’s lips, so tantalizingly close, and leaned in. 

The gentle, warm sensation touched Thalia’s lips, so light it was like the delicate brushing of a feather. 

“So sweet,” he murmured. 

Thalia’s heart pounded fiercely. Her breathing unconsciously became shallower as she lay on the bed, motionless with anticipation. 

Was Asher’s reward going to be…? 

She had never experienced such intimacy before and felt increasingly nervous. 

Her heart was racing uncontrollably. 

Sensing her tension, Asher pulled away from her lips and chuckled softly. “Relax, my darling. I’m not going to devour you… unless you want me to.” 

With those words, Asher kissed her again. 

Initially, his kisses were light and tentative, barely touching her lips. 

Thalia was surprised, wondering if she had misinterpreted his intentions. 

Soon, she realized she hadn’t. 

Asher’s kisses gradually deepened, the sweet peach flavor mingling between their lips as Thalia began to 

feel breathless. 

Their fingers interlaced tightly as her blood seemed to boil, her body growing increasingly warm. 

Everything unfolded naturally. 

When they reached the final moment of truth, Asher paused to ask: “Lia, may I?” 

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Thalia nodded, her face flushed. 

There was protection in the bedside table drawer. 

After taking proper precautions, Asher proceeded. 

For Thalia, it was an entirely new experience. 

She had anticipated this might happen during their romantic getaway. 

Considering the timeline, she and Asher had been together for several months now, so it didn’t seem too 

rushed. 

At first, Asher’s movements were incredibly gentle, afraid of causing her discomfort. His tenderness spoke 

volumes about his feelings, making Thalia feel cherished beyond measure. 

Thalia was lost in a haze of passion, completely surrendering herself to Asher’s rhythm, rising and falling 

with him like waves on a moonlit shore. 

It was well past midnight when they finally lay spent in each other’s arms. 

Thalia drifted into a deep, contented sleep, nestled against Asher’s chest. 

She slept until the following afternoon. 

When Thalia drowsily opened her eyes, it was already three o’clock. 

The space beside her was empty–Asher had already risen. 

Snow had fallen throughout the night, transforming the view outside into a pristine white landscape, a dreamlike wonderland cloaked in silver. 

Outside, tourists were building snowmen and engaging in snowball fights, their laughter and playful shouts creating a lively atmosphere. 

The bed was positioned near the window. Thalia watched through the glass for a while, suddenly longing to go outside and build a snowman herself. 

“You’re awake? Hungry, my love?” Asher’s voice came from behind her, warm with affection. 

Thalia turned to see him holding a tray with an elegant breakfast spread. 

Asher placed the tray on a small round table. “I’ve brought you a proper French breakfast–fresh 

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croissants and pain au chocolat from that delightful little boulangerie down the street. The owner says they’ve been making them the same way for three generations. There’s also café au lait and some local Alpine honey. Thought you might fancy something authentic.” 

Thalia nodded, her eyes lighting up at the delicious spread. “It looks absolutely lovely, but let me freshen up first.” 

She put on her nightgown and got out of bed, nearly losing her balance when her feet touched the floor. 

Asher quickly caught her, pulling her into his arms, his tone teasing yet tender. “Weak legs, darling? I do believe that’s my fault.” 

Thalia’s cheeks burned crimson. She hadn’t noticed it much while lying in bed, but upon standing, she felt a delicious ache throughout her body. 

Last night, he had perhaps been a bit too thorough in his attentions. 

Seeing Thalia’s flushed face and silence, Asher spoke in a low voice tinged with both amusement and concern. “I’m terribly sorry, my love. Was I too much for you last night? Let me carry you to the 

bathroom.” 

Thalia puffed her cheeks in mock indignation. “I wanted to go play in the snow. How am I supposed to go 

outside like this?” 

Asher smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “It’s just temporary, darling. Walk around the room a bit to adjust, and you’ll be right as rain in no time. Though I must say, I rather like the idea that you’re carrying a reminder of me with every step.” 

Asher carried her to the bathroom, setting her down at the washbasin, his hands lingering on her waist. 

Thalia still struggled to stand steadily, feeling a particular tenderness in intimate places that made her all too aware of the previous night’s activities. 

Asher pressed close behind her, his arms encircling her waist. “Lean on me, Lia. I’ve got you.” 

Thalia: “…” 

This was certainly her first time needing support while freshening up. 

Thalia took her cup, filled it with water, and squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush. 

When traveling, she typically brought her own toiletries and necessities. 

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As Thalia brushed her teeth, Asher stood behind her, holding her. The mirror reflected their bodies pressed together, creating an achingly intimate tableau. 

Thalia looked at Asher in the mirror. 

On his neck were two dark red marks. 

Those were love bites she’d left in the heat of passion last night. 

Recalling the sensual moments from the previous night, Thalia’s cheeks again turned crimson. 

This subtle change didn’t escape Asher’s notice. 

He looked at Thalia in the mirror, his lips curving into a knowing smile. “What are you thinking about, my sweet girl? You’ve gone quite pink.” 

“Nothing, nothing at all,” Thalia replied, her eyes darting away nervously. 

A few minutes later, after Thalia had finished freshening up, Asher turned her to face him and leaned down to gently inhale her scent. 

“You smell divine,” he murmured against her skin. 

Thalia’s face grew warm with embarrassment. “You keep changing what you call me–darling, love, sweet girl–making it up as you go along.” 

Asher’s lips curved into a tender smile, his voice deep and sensual. “Does it bother you? I have so many ways to think of you, it seems only fair you should hear them all.” 

Thalia’s face turned crimson as she lowered her eyes without responding. 

Asher’s Adam’s apple bobbed as his eyes darkened. His voice was husky and enticing: “I love how you blush for me. Only for me. I want to kiss you again.” 

Asher lightly touched his lips with his index finger. 

“Kiss me, Lia.” 

Thalia obediently leaned forward and placed a fleeting, butterfly–light kiss on his lips.