The Cherished Wife

"If you keep this up, I'll really get mad-mmph!" Noelle's protest was completely silenced as Charles covered her lips with his own. His agile tongue traced the edges of her lips, not in a weak way but with a touch of sweetness. Charles indeed had a way of making her lose control; even just a kiss sped up Noelle's heartbeat, making her feel as if her body was no longer hers. "Charlie, I..."

"Shh. Let me take care of you this time."

That turned into two hours of activity, leaving Noelle utterly exhausted and nearly rolling her eyes in disbelief.

She silently cursed Charles for being such a brute, not sparing her even a little. While Noelle lay there, worn out, Charles looked completely satisfied, like someone who had just feasted well.

Seeing Noelle so drained, he felt a pang of tenderness and brushed the damp hair from her forehead behind her ear, then leaned down to kiss the corner of her lips. "Want a bath?"

too tired!" Noelle mumbled, unable to even

and that he might have gone a bit overboard earlier. He fetched a basin and gently wiped Noelle clean, then gave her another kiss. "Sleep, we'll bathe in

it was

before fully waking up. She glanced at the marks all over her body and gave her forehead a light smack "Noelle Shaw, you need to be- stronger!" She scolded herself for always giving in to Charles flirtations

then got up to shower and freshen up. By the time Noelle made her way downstairs, nearly an hour

the living room handling business. Hearing footsteps from upstairs, he looked up.