"Damon..."
"Hmm?"
Damon moved Chloe onto the pillow, pulling the blanket over both of them. His lips left a string of marks on her skin.
Chloe squirmed a bit, revealing a tantalizing curve.
"Damon..."
She called his name softly once more.
The emotion in her voice was already at its peak, yet Damon continued kissing her. His fingers roamed her body but didn't make any further moves.
He held her tightly, his deep gaze locked onto hers.
"Tell me you need me."
Chloe's heartbeat quickened, and she looked up at him. Her expression was so painful, it looked like she was about to cry.
Seeing her pitiful look, Damon's heart softened.
"Tell me what you want." His voice was hoarse, filled with desire.
Chloe bit her lip, unable to speak.
It was too embarrassing.
Damon squinted his eyes, "Ah!"
Chloe suddenly let out a low cry, her fingers tightly gripping Damon's shoulder.
"Say it, okay?"
"I want...I want you..."
As soon as she said it, Chloe's face turned beet red. She held onto Damon's shoulder and buried her face in his neck.
Damon's eyes sparkled.
"Uhm..."
Chloe gasped, gripping the blanket tightly.
"Breathe!" Seeing her dazed look, Damon couldn't help but laugh. "You might feel completely exhausted later."
Chloe's face flushed completely. She felt both embarrassed and angry, glaring at him with a hint of hurt!
"It's all your fault!"
"Seems like you still have a lot of energy."
Chloe immediately felt vulnerable. She shifted upward, as if trying to escape, but Damon held her back, pulling her closer.
"Next time, be more direct about it, okay? ...Just like now..."
Damon held her tightly, "When you want it, just say it...I'm always willing to satisfy you..."
Always...
Who would be up for it all the time!
By the time they finished, it was already noon. She flopped onto the bed, not wanting to move a toe.
She was really tired, almost falling asleep. But when she rolled over absentmindedly, she felt something dripping out of her. Her face flushed, she quickly sat up, crawled out of the blanket, and rushed into the bathroom.
After her shower, Chloe came out with a red face. She undid the towel wrap, and tried to climb back into bed, only to be pulled up by Damon. He dressed her up, then carried her down to the dining room.
"Eat lunch before you sleep."
As soon as they entered the dining room, Chloe smelled the enticing aroma, then saw the steak and pasta on the table.
She glanced towards the kitchen.
Damon handed her a fork, "What are you looking at?"
Chloe took the fork and asked doubtfully, "Who cooked this?"
Damon rolled his eyes at her, "I did!"
"Really?"
"What's up?"
"It's just hard to believe."
"You've eaten my meals before."
Chloe said, "Pasta is probably the easiest thing to cook."
Noticing Damon's displeasure, Chloe quickly changed the subject, "More importantly, how could you, a handsome, noble, and wealthy man, cook yourself?"
"That's a terrible lie." Damon didn't even look up.
"I'm telling the truth."
Chloe said, taking a bite of the pasta, "Mmm, this is good."
Only then did Damon look up and seriously look at her.
"Really?"
Chloe nodded, "Really, try it."
Saying that, she held out her fork to him.
Damon looked at it, then opened his mouth.
Although it wasn't a culinary masterpiece, it did taste good. He nodded in satisfaction.
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