The Enigmatic Return (Nancy’s And Roxanne )

“Does it hurt?” He gently applied the medicine to her, being cautious with every move, afraid of causing her pain.

Neera shook her head, “No, it doesn’t. It’s much better now. You don’t have to be so careful.”

With a slight lift of his ink-black eyes, Jean responded without hesitation, “But it pains me to see you like this. Always telling me you’re not hurt, you little liar.”

Neera acknowledged her mistake and chose to remain silent.

Her obedient demeanor only made Jean treasure her even more.

After dressing the wound, he could no longer restrain himself and leaned in to kiss her.

His uniquely masculine scent suddenly enveloped her, filling her senses.

She paused, her eye’s wide and round, staring at the handsome face just inches away from her. A blush rose on her cheeks.

He lowered his eyes to look at her, gently sucking on her lips while murmuring softly, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long that it’s driving me crazy.”

He gently parted her lips, his tongue boldly exploring, passionately claiming every inch of her.

Neera blinked, then closed her eyes, her hands wrapped around his neck, surrendering to his desires.

He’s not the only one who feels this way. I feel the same. Day and night, thoughts of this man consume me to the point of madness. Now, we are finally free from the constraints of time and space, able to snuggle closely together. There’s nothing happier than this present moment.

The two of them held each other tightly, passionately kissing.

The temperature in the room continued to rise, a sensual atmosphere filling the air, causing their hearts to race.

ran deep, Jean felt a stirring between his

beneath him. Pulling away from her lips, he propped himself above her, his gaze burning into her

he asked, his voice hoarse and filled

intertwined with burning emotions and desires,

with panic about what was about to happen. Her slender fingers clenched tightly onto.

“Jean…”

his head slightly, his hair falling over his brows, yet

her lip lightly,

smile captivating. He gently held her hand, their fingers interlaced. He

mine from now on, both your

his eyes, teasing her intentionally.

matter with Avery, don’t you think you should make it up to me?”

would feel a twinge of

to

was something she had never thought of

place. The trauma from before

He was elated, his joy

his best to restrain himself, not daring to push too far, doing his utmost

nature

unknowingly drifted off to sleep in his arms.

bathroom, cleaned her up, changed the bed sheets, and tidied everything before lying down. with

of pure

to his excellent biological clock, Jean woke up very