The Wrong Woman

Mila firmly held Nathan's wrist, her dazed eyes meeting his intense gaze. Panting softly, she said, "Nate, it's four in the morning. You haven't been getting enough rest lately. You can't keep this up."

Nathan withdrew his hand and gently caressed her cheek with a look of deep affection, his voice tinged with a hint of hurt. "Are you not feeling well, or are you trying to distance yourself from me?"

Quick to reassure, Mila explained, "It's been two months, and I feel perfectly fine. I'm just worried about you."

Without a second thought, Nathan draped himself with the blanket, swiftly discarding the towel underneath. In an instant, he pressed his body against her abdomen, his desire palpable. Sleep was far from his mind now.

Mila stiffened, her body tensing as her cheeks flushed. She turned her face away shyly and bit her lip.

Leaning in, Nathan whispered in her ear, "If it's your health you're concerned about, I can wait. But if you're worried about me being tired, I can't."

Swallowing nervously, Mila felt the pressure on her abdomen, her eyes closing in embarrassment.

his husky voice soothing. "I'll be gentle and

quick? Though they'd been intimate

the sooner they started, the sooner they'd finish, and he could finally rest, Mila shyly hummed an

a tender smile, Nathan kissed her lips, his

from

heard from Nathan was his promise to be

enough for him. And considering she had recently given birth,

didn't drift into sleep from exhaustion but from the passionate intensity of the moment. When she next woke,

The aftermath was truly intense. Even

headed to the bathroom for a hot bath, which

several dishes of food

lifted the lids, revealing her favorite dishes. Without hesitation, Mila sat down