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 voice soothing. "I'll be gentle

Though they'd been intimate only once, Mila's

that the sooner they started, the sooner they'd finish, and he could

tender smile, Nathan kissed her lips, his fingers

from skin contact

biggest lie Mila had ever heard from Nathan was his promise to be gentle and

dawn was hardly enough for him. And considering she had

rose, Mila didn't drift into sleep from exhaustion but from the passionate intensity of the moment.

thighs feeling weak and sore. The aftermath was truly intense. Even after hours of

the bathroom for a hot bath,

emerging from the bath, Mila found several dishes of food on the

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