Chloe squinted her eyes and watched as Damon undressed, her heart pounding uncontrollably, hitting like a drum.
They'd been together for a while, so every move of his, and the unique aura he radiated, always easily stirred her heart.
She bit her lip, propped herself up with one hand, while the other pulled up the slipping strap, determined to stick to her decision for the day. However, the next moment, she was pulled back, leaning against the glass behind her. Her tidied hair was now a bit messy, strands falling on her fair skin and red clothes, creating a striking visual contrast.
“Damon…”
“Mhm.”
Damon casually unbuttoned a few shirt buttons, then leaned over, pulling Chloe into his arms, lifting her slender legs...
She was beautiful, sexy, and full of ascetic allure in this dress that made his blood boil.
He didn't take off the dress.
“Ah…mmm…”
She tilted her head slightly, biting her lower lip, trying to stifle her moans, with a mix of endurance and pleasure expression on her face.
Her slightly disheveled miniskirt teased the man’s senses. He tenderly stroked her messy hair, then leaned in and kissed her passionately.
Chloe opened her eyes to look at him, but was gently kissed by him, his voice low and sexy. She eyed him warily, seemingly realizing something. As she started to indulge in pleasure and lust, Damon just smiled at her, not waiting for any response...
Kissed on the windowsill by him, her limbs weak, she was finally carried to the couch. She was out of strength, only a soft moan left, as enticing as a cat.
Afterwards, he carried her into the bathroom, and after a bath, laid her on the bed, Chloe's body as soft as boneless.
Held in his arms, Chloe struggled to open her eyes, her voice a bit hoarse.
“Don’t you like kids?”
Damon’s brows twitched, he bent down to kiss the top of her head.
“Mmm. Don’t like them.”
Chloe slowly opened her eyes and tilted her head back to look at him, her brow furrowing a few times though her face still wore a contented expression.
“Why?”
Burying his head in the nape of her neck, Damon replied.
“Babe, once we have a kid, you’ll be pregnant for ten months. How am I supposed to last those ten months, huh?”
Chloe’s eyes flickered. Her heart had been tense all along, and she didn't know what to feel at this point.
“...Just for that reason? But I’ve heard…after three months, with some care, it’s still possible…”
Chloe blushed, her voice turning smaller. Topics like this gave her the feeling that she was actively courting for three months later.
“Better wait.” Damon was adamant. “Our life as a couple has just begun. We don’t need them to interfere.”
Chloe probably…got it.
Upon entering, Elizabeth leaned against the wall, trying to hear any sounds from the room next door. However, the hotel had excellent soundproofing, and she couldn't hear anything. The dinner she had ordered earlier had been delivered and she guessed that her son was likely doing his best to give her a grandchild. Her appetite improved considerably.
Damon missed dinner, and instead arranged for a late-night snack. After a light meal, he carried Chloe to the bed and gave her a few instructions.
“Don’t pick up my mom’s bad habits in the future. Running away from home is a big no-no, got it?”
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