Chapter 270 Be Gentle
Chandler’s lips curled into a smile, one that hinted at something deeper, before he leaned down and kissed Meryl.
The sudden intimacy left Meryl’s mind reeling. Although Chandler had been passionate before, he’d never been this intense – pinning her to the bed the moment he walked in, refusing to let go. He cupped her cheeks, kissing and biting at her lips. Meryl couldn’t bear it any longer, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Chandler, you’re hurting me!”
But Chandler seemed not to hear her. His head was buried in her neck, his fiery kisses almost melting her entirely. Meryl’s entire body felt like it was burning up.
She couldn’t understand what had gotten into Chandler that day. He was being both domineering and rough. In the past, although he was assertive, he always cared about her feelings. Often, Chandler would even take the time to watch Meryl’s expressions, gauging the pressure and intensity that would bring her the most pleasure.
As Chandler prepared to thrust in for the third time, Meryl cradled his head, her voice hoarse as she started to plead, “Chandler, Chandler, honey… Please, be gentle, okay?” Meryl’s voice was soft and tender, like a kitten’s, as she whimpered beneath him.
Chandler’s jawline was tense, showing the strain he was under. On any other day, seeing her like this, Chandler would have softened. But today, all he wanted was to make sure she understood just how good he was. Meryl bit her lip, her brow furrowed as she began to think.
“Could it be that Chandler got scolded in Sir Aniston’s study just now? And now he’s taking out his frustration on me?” she wondered. “No, that doesn’t seem right. Chandler is a mature man, always composed, never mixing things up like that. So what’s going on? Why does it feel like I did something to upset him…?”
Meryl’s eyes began to well up with tears, almost on the verge of crying. When Chandler saw her eyes glistening and starting to turn red, he realized that maybe he had gone too far.
He gently leaned in to kiss the corner of her eye, not wanting to see her tears. He thought that he was the one who had been wronged, so why was Meryl the one crying first? Chandler had been far away and arrived late. He didn’t know exactly what Dalton and Meryl had talked about. But seeing Dalton being dragged away by Cate, looking like a dead man, Chandler could guess that Dalton had drunk too much tonight and came to Meryl to vent his drunken rage.
A deep sense of jealousy surged within Chandler, making him feel as if he might drown in it. He overheard Cate telling Meryl not to mention what happened tonight to him. Chandler felt a pang of sadness in his heart. It was as if there was a secret between the three of them, and he was the one being left out…
So, the moment Chandler stepped through the door, he and Meryl became entangled in a passionate embrace. He wanted to use this moment to assert that Meryl belonged to him. But now, seeing her tears falling beneath him, Chandler couldn’t bear it anymore.
“I’ll be gentle. Don’t cry.” He cupped Meryl’s cheeks, kissing away the tears at the corners of her eyes with fervor. As if deliberately trying to appease her, Chandler was exceptionally attentive to Meryl’s feelings the next two times. Tears still lingered in the corners of Meryl’s eyes, but they were soon replaced by waves of tingling pleasure that swept her to the peak. Her hands instinctively gripped his shoulders as she gasped for air, leaning against Chandler’s chest, her face flushed and her breath ragged.
The night grew late, and the entire Aniston Villa fell into a deep silence. In the small attic, Meryl and Chandler breathed out sticky, humid warmth. Tonight, Chandler was in an unusually high-spirited mood, perhaps due to the whiskey he had at the dinner party. After who knew how many times he had teased her into curling up into a ball, Chandler whispered in Meryl’s ear, “Is there anything you want to say to me?”