Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 213 - 212: She’s on Her Period

Though Bella Acker had prepared for everything, she still couldn’t help but curl her legs up and shy away under his gaze.

When Damian Sinclair saw her retreat, his eyes suddenly deepened.

He said nothing, suddenly leaned down, grabbed Bella Acker’s ankle, and pulled her violently towards him, simultaneously pressing his body down.

"Dam... Damian, wait..." Bella Acker struggled to push against his shoulder with her hands, turning her head to avoid his passionate kisses, "We can’t..."

Upon hearing this, Damian Sinclair lifted his head to look at her, his eyes somehow turning a bit red, "Didn’t you want to come back to me? Or is this just another insincere act?"

"No! It’s not!" Bella Acker immediately shook her head.

"Then why?" Damian Sinclair looked at her deeply.

Bella Acker avoided his gaze, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke with some embarrassment, "I... I am on that... that..." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Damian Sinclair’s body froze, then suddenly he seemed to collapse onto her, pressing her hard beneath him.

"Ah? Dam... Damian, you aren’t crushed, are you?"

"Not crushed, but suffocated!" Damian Sinclair said, biting her neck with a fierce turn of his head and asked in a low voice: "You didn’t do it on purpose, did you?"

"N... No." Bella Acker pouted, her face blushing, whispered, "I... I want you too."

Damian Sinclair slightly propped his upper body up on his arms and looked at her, "Really?"

This time, not only Bella Acker’s face but her neck and ears turned bright red.

But Damian Sinclair seemed unwilling to let go without an answer, staring at her intensely.

Bella Acker had no choice but to nod slightly.

"I want to hear you say it." Damian Sinclair saw her nod but still felt insufficient, forcing her to articulate it.

Bella Acker’s face was already flushed so red it could drip blood. Although the words were hard to say, he wanted to hear, and she wanted to fulfill him, "I... I want you too."

"Little one..." Damian Sinclair’s eyes finally softened, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

Bella Acker closed her eyes, feeling his touch and kisses.

Damian Sinclair kissed her brow and eyes, nose tip, and finally gently bit her ear tip, saying hoarsely, "Touch it." As he spoke, he guided her hand downward.

Bella Acker’s face was flushed crimson, her eyes tightly shut, as her small hand was held firmly in his palm, "Dam... Damian, don’t... move... I..."

His lips pressed against her crimson lips again, and he continued raspingly, "Take care of the mess you created, help me come."

"I... I don’t know how." Bella Acker was both embarrassed and anxious, tears welling up. She had never used her hand for him, and now her hand was captured, feeling like a hot potato, completely unsure what to do.

"Be good, don’t cry, I’ll teach you."

"Hiss!" Damian Sinclair sucked in a sharp breath of pain.

Bella Acker, startled, quickly released, "Dam... Damian, wh... what’s wrong?"

"Idiot, you’re about to break it." Damian Sinclair punished her by biting her lips.