Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 367

After who knew how long, he left her lips and whispered in her ear, "I want you."

In such a fiery attack, Jenna had already fallen into a daze.

He slipped a hand under her clothes, and gently touched her smooth skin, trailing it further down and down...

Jenna felt that she was floating, up in the sky. She was intoxicated.

She even felt that she actually needed him. There was no need to hide, as her body had already betrayed her.

She was not a prude. Love was something she also longed for, not to mention that she had always loved that man deeply. That handsome man could make not only her, but also all the other women fall in love with him effortlessly.

Love. It was what it was, so why hide it?

Even if she would descend into a bottomless pit, she couldn't care less. Sara's words had also left her mind.

Since she had agreed to come over, she had already anticipated such a scene, because his desire for her had always been very much obvious. Hence, whatever was happening was already expected.

Her hands wrapped around his neck. Slowly, she responded, caught up in the heat of the moment.

Receiving her response, Hansen was overwhelmed with joy. His blood was boiling, his body felt like it was about to split open. He caressed the scar on her back with his fingers. The sensation made his heart so soft that he wanted to enter her.

They had wasted too much precious time.

If they hadn't run into each other in the small town, where would they have been? Hansen had no idea.

The passion of forgetting everything was gradually becoming more frenzied. Soon, it reached its peak.

The nightgown had already been ripped off by him. He picked her up and walked to the bed.

He pressed her down on the bed. "Jenna, in the past two years, I have been waiting for you, day and night. Except for you, I don't want to touch any other women. You owe me this, and now I want you to pay me back double over," he said with distress. His hand landed on her slim waist, his eyes red.

A demon she was, born to be the bane of his life. He absolutely had reasons to believe that every time he saw her, he would drown in all kinds of amorous feelings.

"How dare she!" Hansen thought.

She had wanted to rebut, but his big, warm palm was stroking her soft, sensitive skin, causing sparks. She trembled. At the touch of his lips and tongue, in the intoxicating feeling, she gradually lost herself.

What Alvin had said to her the day before led her to understand everything. If he had hurt her, she in fact, had hurt him too. She had been so determined to leave with the child, and that had left him with crushing pain.

She could have chosen not to come that night, yet still she came, bearing a certain mood. She willingly came. She had expected what would happen at the moment.

She was willing to give all of herself to him!

In Hansen's burning passion, in the escalation time and time again, Jenna felt like she was stepping on cotton. One second, she was floating in the air. The next second, she was at the bottom of the cliff. Her body felt so weak, like it had turned to jelly. During the most intense moment, she gasped for breath, almost fainting.

It seemed that Hansen wanted to vent all the passion he had been suppressing over the past few years that night. He could not get enough of her. He was just trying to siphon everything he could, but, still, it was insatiable.

"Hansen, please, I'm so tired." As Hansen's passion became more and more intense, Jenna wrapped her hands around his sweaty neck and begged for mercy.

Hansen stopped and stared down at her. Her face was covered with sweat. He held her face, and instructed her. "I can let you go if you want me to, but you have to call me 'baby'.'¹

"I..." Jenna blushed. It was just too strange to call him 'baby'. They had been married for four years, and calling him that was an untouchable dream for her. She had never dared to venture her thoughts into it. The only time she had called him 'baby' was at Los Angeles, where he had also forced her to call him that. She thought everything would change, but it turned out to still be the same, still untouchable. Whenever she thought about it, her soul felt very lonely. She had never thought that there would be a day when she could call him 'baby' again. However, at the moment, Hansen was forcing her again. She was taken aback, not sure if her dream would be crushed again.

"Not going to call me that, are you? The punishment must be too little." Hansen's voice became cold. If she didn't want to call him 'baby', it meant that she still had some concerns, or she just found it too strange to call him that. "It seems that we really have done this too seldomly. We must do it more everyday in the future."

As soon as Hansen finished talking, he started to punish her.

Jenna felt that her heart was about to stop beating. Her heart really could not stand the insane, burning passion. "No, don't, Hansen. I'll call you by that."

She whimpered, her face flushed.

"Okay, go on," Hansen said with a triumphant expression. He finally stopped.

Jenna's face was as red as a tomato. She really couldn't do it, but when she saw that he was getting impatient, she had no choice but to mumble, "Ba-by."

Her voice was so soft that it was nearly impossible to hear.

Hansen frowned. He was unwilling to drop it. "I can't hear you clearly. One more time." He immediately protested.

Jenna pleaded softly. Her sparkling eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

Hansen looked at her alluring face and could not contain his excitement. "If you don't want to call me that, then forget it. I still don't want to let you go anyway."

It was a matter of life and death. She had no time to think about it. "No, I'll do it, I'll do it," she hastily said to appease him.

She was terrified. The man before her, who was drenched in sweat, seemed like he would tear her into pieces at any time. After all, discretion was the better part of valour.

"Baby," she called softly.

Her voice was so soft, so gentle. Hansen heard it clearly, but it made him want her even more.