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.

her neck, his husky

intimate only

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

a tender smile, Nathan kissed her

desire burned in the depths of the night. True intimacy from skin contact

biggest lie Mila had ever heard from Nathan was his

him. And considering she had recently given birth,

the early morning sun rose, Mila didn't drift into sleep from exhaustion but from the passionate

hungrily, her thighs feeling weak and sore. The aftermath was truly intense.

the bathroom for a hot bath, which

found several dishes of food on the

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