Chapter 332: Take Our Time (+5 Pearls)

Alexander was dumbfounded. Isabella was even more bewildered. She had just noticed bite marks on his collarbone, and then discovered at least a dozen more across his chest, varying in depth. His usually flawless physique now bore the marks of mistreatment, a strangely captivating allure that made her want to add more.

The sight left Isabella speechless. She recalled the stifled groans she’d heard during the night, filled with restrained endurance, that had stirred her heart into chaos. Panic seized her; her thoughts seemed to scatter.

"Last night, I was the one who…" The thought was cut short by Alexander's sudden movement.

Isabella touched her forehead, finding Alexander blushing deeply and looking at her with an indescribable expression. She chuckled dryly. "Was it all my doing?"

Alexander, seemingly aggrieved, silently nodded. "It must have hurt. Why didn't you stop me?" Isabella felt embarrassed. No wonder her teeth were sore; biting into Alexander's muscles was no easy feat. She didn't understand her newfound fondness for biting.

Alexander muttered, "You like it…" He wouldn't resist anything that pleased her.

Oh my, I can feel my libido rising.

Feeling uncomfortable, Alexander began to straighten his clothes. He paused, sensing a change in Isabella's gaze. He liked me, and I was in that state—why didn't he do anything? Is he… impotent?

Alexander gave her a meaningful glance, then flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. The scent of him made her heart race. Looking at his handsome face up close—

Alexander fixed his eyes on her, his deep voice echoing memories of the past. "Actually, there's another reason I didn't stop you."

"Huh?"

"I thought there would be more."

Isabella was stunned.

"But you fell asleep as soon as you were satisfied."

Isabella instantly understood.

Alexander rested his forehead against hers, saying aggrievedly, "And then you left me alone…"

Isabella gasped. I spent all that time teasing him, only to fall asleep…

"You tortured me," Alexander said, his usual commanding aura gone, replaced by a pitiful tone that made Isabella feel like a heartless flirt. She laughed dryly and placated him. "I-I'll make it up to you next time."

His eyes lit up, his gaze intense. Isabella felt like prey.

"Now?" His voice was hoarse, filled with unrestrained joy. Even Isabella could feel the heat radiating from his body; a certain area was noticeably more pronounced.

Isabella was so nervous she choked. She was good at talking big, even when drunk, but sober acting was terrifying. Her face flushed, and her body stiffened.

Alexander, noticing her discomfort, paused, regained his composure, and subdued his dominant aura. He stood, offering a reassuring smile. "It's all right. We can take our time. Things are fine as they are." Alexander never pressured her, and she knew it. Seeing him head to the bathroom, she realized he’d spent the previous night the same way, making her blush even more.

Isabella giggled, rolling in her bedcovers, then wondered if she'd lost her mind.