Chapter 447
The sound of water flowing in the bathroom made Maeve’s heart pound. As the bathroom door creaked open, she quickly shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Zion entered quietly, switched off the bedside lamp, and settled down beside Marve. Maeve felt the warmth of his body, and she couldn’t help but tense up.
How was she supposed to sleep like this?
Maeve turned over, but Zion pulled her into his arms from behind. Maeve’s heartbeat raced, and Zion’s deep voice whispered in her ear, “Goodnight”
Before Marve could respond, Zion nuzzled into the nape of her neck. Maeve felt his lips brushing against her skin. He was kissing her neck.
The sensation made Maeve’s breath hitch.
“Zion_
“Hmm?”
“I’m ticklish”
“Where?” Zion’s voice was hypnotic, drawing Marve in.
As Maeve turned to face him, Zion landed a kiss on her lips with precision. Her lips tasted sweet, and her soft tongue was inviting and tempting him further.
Maeve’s soft whimper broke Zion’s restraint completely. He reached to remove Marve’s clothes while his kisses trailed down from her neck.
Just as things heated up, Zion paused as his breathing got heavy. He had intended to tease her but hadn’t expected to lose control so quickly.
“You liar..” Maeve whispered while blushing
Zion had promised her earlier to wait until their wedding night, but tonight, they were clearly crossing boundaries.
He touched Maeve’s forehead apologetically and suppressed his desire. “Alright, let’s sleep,” he said.
Just as Zion prepared to lie down, Maeve straddled ham, a move that instantly ensnared him.
The heat of desire rushed into Marve’s face as she said, “Now, only you remember? What were you doing a moment ago?”
“I” Before Zion could finish, Maeve kissed him passionately, leaving his mind blank and overwhelmed.
Zion wrapped his arms around Maeve’s waist, and the two tangled on the bed, lost in one another’s embrace.
In her past life, Maeve had experienced something similar with Sergio, but it had only happened once when he had been drugged by Hailey. He had been rough, seeing her only as a tool for venting his frustration
Therefore, Maeve hadn’t truly experienced passionate intimacy.
isure?
Zion pinned Maeve beneath him as they failed to part for the second time. His voice was husky as he asked, “Are you s
Maeve kissed Zion lightly on the corner of his mouth, giving him a clear answer. He caressed her neck and kissed her deeply.
Their bodies intertwined, but Maeve felt shy. “Have you been with other women before?”
“No, you’re my first, my only, and my last. Zion’s tone was filled with deep affection.
With her face crimson red, Maeve murmured, “just be gentle. I’m afraid it hurt..”
Zion whispered, “Okay, I’ll be gentle.”