When There Is Nothing Left But Love

He lowered his head and looked at me. I blinked a couple of times. I could clearly see his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

He cupped my face in his hands and closed in for a kiss.

After these few days, I got used to his tendency of kissing me from time to time. I snaked my arms around the back of his neck. Involuntarily, I responded to his kiss.

I guess I somehow learned what I did next from him. I encircled his neck with one hand, and my other hand reached for his earlobe and pinched it lightly. This part of him seemed to be quite sensitive. After a few light rubs, it was all red.

I let go and teased him. “Ashton, your ears are so sensitive.”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he suddenly lowered his head and bit my lips as I spoke.

It hurt a little, but it was nothing too bad. I frowned at him and complained pitifully, “Ashton, are you a dog?”

He chuckled and spoke in a low voice. “Your lips were too tempting. I couldn’t help myself.”

I glared at him. “You…”

He lifted me bridal style and turned around. The next moment, I was pressed against him on the huge bed.

“Ashton, switch off the lights!” I ordered in a panic.

“Mm…” he moaned and reached for the remote control on the bedside table. With a light click, the whole room was shrouded in darkness.

In the dark, only the sounds of our amorous breathing remained.

After our intimate session, I lay in his arms. One of his slender legs pressed on me, and he made no move to shift it.

I rested my head on his arm and faced him as we lay in bed. Our bodies were intertwined so closely that it felt a little awkward.

His large hand repeatedly caressed my back as if he was putting me to sleep. Since it was late and this posture was very comfortable, my eyelids started to feel heavy.

and let my weariness wash over me. Soon,

morning, it was already eight o’clock. Ashton was

into him. He

“Yes.” I nodded.

He chuckled, and then…

I woke with

“There, there. I’ll take care of it

something, but he was like this all of a sudden. I was not prepared at

One hour later.

the dining table, I was in good spirits after a fresh shower. Ashton was frying some

my chin on my

Noticing that I was ogling him, he raised a brow.

How am I so lucky to have

obsidian eyes locked with mine, and he remarked with

seemed to be hinting

pursed my lips, and

of bacon into his mouth, chewed slowly, and

“Work,” I responded automatically.

I remembered that it was Saturday. Thus, there was no need to

bit, then said, “I guess I will just stay

grinned ambiguously. “I see. That’s quite suitable. The weather doesn’t look

Once again, his

“How

straight at me, his voice

at his answer. This

response, he asked innocently,

reddened. I put down my cutlery