Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 900 - 899: Be Good, Sit on My Lap (2)

Even she herself didn’t know when she began to enjoy the feeling of kissing him.

It must be because his kissing skills were too superb, so...

"So, are you not coming back tonight?"

She shifted slightly, then sat up and leaned closer to him: "How long do you have to work?"

For some reason, he seemed to hear longing and reluctance in the little one’s tone? Or was he just imagining things?

As he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a furry soft object snuggle into his arms. It took him a moment to realize that it was her rushing to hug him, her small lips pecking at his Adam’s apple.

He spoke teasingly: "What’s this, do you want it?"

"Hmm?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Hmm, my heart is racing a bit..."

After saying that, his other hand landed on the small woman’s back, slowly sliding down.

She didn’t speak, and the man took that as a yes, the little thing, she brought this upon herself, so he bent down and sealed her tender lips with his, pressing her down while avoiding her belly.

He silenced her with a kiss, leaving her no chance to speak. She quickly succumbed to his kiss, as he began to demand more with overpowering dominance.

On the floor lay her nightgown, and his bath towel, casually strewn about...

The cold neon light from outside slanted into the room, illuminating the man’s handsome, deeply sculpted features, as if crafted by the world’s top artisans.

"Mm...ah..."

The air was infused with a thick, ambiguous atmosphere, mingled with the soft moans of the young woman, carrying a hint of comfort.

She didn’t know what this sound meant to the man, only that it stirred a desire to conquer her.

The man’s kiss lightly fell on her forehead: "Goodnight, my darling."

"Mmm..." She murmured in his arms, hugging him tightly, continuing to close her eyes and drift into sleep. Now, even if the sky were to fall, she wouldn’t care, okay?

Too drowsy and exhausted, she simply closed her eyes, snuggling into the man’s embrace and slipping into a deep sleep, while he held her the entire time, placing his large hand on her slender waist, seemingly unable to hold her enough.

The atmosphere of romance faded away, and the room finally returned to its previous peace, the brilliant neon outside casting the man’s features even more profound and three-dimensional.

...

The next day, when Eva Nightingale woke up, she habitually squirmed under the covers, immediately feeling her legs and waist ache.

That’s when she remembered last night.

No, she moved a bit, opened her eyes, and found she was the only one on the bed; Lucas Knight was clearly not there anymore. The pillow beside her was slightly indented, still warm, he must have just gotten up not long ago.

Eva smiled contentedly, hugged the pillow close, and tried to go back to sleep.

But how could falling back asleep be so easy once you’re awake?

She bit her lip: "Lucas Knight, wasn’t that sweaty man last night you?"

"Can’t you stay a little longer, sleep more with me!"

Eva loved sleeping in his embrace.

The baby was six months along already, she would be giving birth soon, how much longer would she be able to be with him?

She was really afraid that once the child was born, he would suddenly stop paying attention to her...

She used to eagerly await the little one’s birth, but now, Eva was simply worried.

The doctor said it was a boy and a girl, but Eva hadn’t decided on names yet, she planned to wait until they were born to think about it slowly!

She touched her belly, got out of bed, and headed to the bathroom to freshen up before changing clothes and leaving the room.