Chapter 319

With a “click,” he switched off the room’s light, plunging everything into darkness. The sound of his breathing amplified infinitely in the sudden silence. I heard his steady, warm breath, lingering in my ears, inexplicably sensual. Unconsciously, countless intimate scenes with him flashed through my mind, heating my body uncontrollably. I lay tense on my side, facing away.

Honestly, being with him was wonderful; since he's the man I like, falling for him was inevitable. He could be less domineering, more gentle, though. My thoughts wandered, yet my heart grew increasingly anxious.

He’d said he needed to impregnate me tonight. To avoid angering or arousing his suspicion, I’d tried to convince myself, accepting him calmly. But I waited nervously, anxiously, the man behind me utterly silent. I indulged in wild fantasies, leaving me agitated and restless. After a long wait, I couldn't help but turn around.

He stood very close, almost touching my back. As I turned, my hand brushed his chest; my body nearly nestled into his arms. I quickly withdrew my hand, whispering, “Reynaldo, are you asleep?”

“How?” he asked casually, catching me off guard. Wasn’t he saying he wanted that tonight? Had he changed his mind again? “It’s very late, let’s sleep,” he said casually.

I was dumbfounded. What did it mean? It turned out I was the only one strategizing, indulging myself—he wasn't even interested?

Thinking this, my cheeks burned even more. I was frustrated. He had issues; when I didn't want it, he insisted. I'd completely accepted it in my heart, even indulging in fantasies, but in the end, he didn’t want it. Did he just like forcing it?

Lost in thought, Reynaldo suddenly turned, wrapping his body around me. His scorching chest pressed against mine, burning fiercely. His hoarse voice sounded above me. “What? Can’t sleep?”

“No, I couldn’t sleep—I fell asleep right away,” I said, struggling in his arms, turning over with difficulty, wanting to turn my back. However, he groaned; I don’t know if I hit him. That stifled sound startled me; I tensed, not daring to move. He hugged me, his chest pressed tightly against my back.

Suddenly, soft, moist lips fell on my neck; a gentle kiss trailed down, bringing waves of tingling sensation. My bones felt like melting.

“Reynaldo…”

“Hmm?” He responded in a low, husky voice. He kissed my nape for the first time, and a tingling sensation shot through my body. I grabbed the bedding, whispering, “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” Originally, his indecisiveness had completely killed my interest.

“But you seemed to want it just now,” he said, chuckling softly. The laughter was hoarse and seductive, but his emotions were impossible to discern.