Chapter 775 - 774: The Ruse of Self-Sacrifice (Part 8)

Chapter 775: Chapter 774: The Ruse of Self-Sacrifice (Part 8)

Bella Acker was groggy until her body was opened up.

"It hurts!" Her oxygen-deprived brain finally regained some clarity, and she frowned, pressing against Damian Sinclair’s chest to stop him from moving further.

Damian paused, stopping his movements, then lowered his head to kiss away the cream on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. Breathing heavily but restrained, he asked, "All these years, have you been with no other man besides me?"

Bella refused to answer, frowning as she pushed his chest, "Get out."

"Alright."

Damian gradually withdrew, and Bella felt less pain, but inexplicably empty. Her hand unconsciously gripped his arm.

Realizing it, she immediately let go, her face turning completely crimson.

She couldn’t believe she... wanted him to stay!

She was mortified!

Damian chuckled lowly, and before completely withdrawing, he suddenly thrust himself back in fully.

"Ah!"

Bella gasped, raising her neck longingly. Her fingers clutched his arm tightly, her fingertips digging into his flesh.

"Baby, look at me."

Damian ordered her dominantly as he moved.

Bella opened her eyes, already brimming with tears, looking at him pitifully and emotionally.

Seeing her, Damian felt a surge of hot blood rush to his head, pushing everything else out of his mind.

He could only think of one thing now.

To have her! To have her! To have her!

Damian was so excited, if not considering Bella’s schedule for the next day, he might never let her go tonight.

From past midnight until after three, they finally came to an end.

Bella felt as though her bones had been extracted, lying on the bed limply, not even wanting to move a finger.

Damian picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, saying, "Let’s take a bath before sleeping."

Bella didn’t even want to grunt, just nestled in his arms, completely exhausted, and drifted asleep.

Seeing the fatigue beneath her brows, Damian felt a pang of sympathy. She had been running to three locations today, surely exhausted. Since she would have to get up early for her next event tomorrow, if he suggested she skip it, she’d definitely refuse.

He should have been more restrained earlier, let her sleep after the first round.

But earlier, she was undeniably tempting to him.

The last time she got drunk, regardless of what happened that night, she didn’t remember anything the next day when sober.

But tonight was different; tonight, she was fully aware.

In a way, this was their first real intimacy after reuniting after all these years.

He’s utterly enamored with everything about her; to him, she is like the forbidden fruit, an addiction he can never kick, nor does he want to.

Damian carried her into the bathroom, turned on the hot water to rinse the bathtub twice before plugging the drain to fill it, then climbed in with her.

Wrapped in warm water, Bella hummed contently twice, finding a more comfortable position in his arms and continuing to sleep.

Damian held her, gently washing her body, making sure not to disturb her sleep.

After washing her, he wrapped her in a towel, carried her back to bed, tucked her in, and finally returned to the bathroom to rinse off himself, emerging in a bathrobe.

He had only been in there a short while, and Bella had already turned, hugging the blanket, sleeping ungracefully.

Damian glanced at her, reached into his pants pocket thrown on the floor and sent a text to Special Assistant Lawson, "Prepare a set of clothes for me tomorrow morning."

After sending the message, he returned to bed, cuddled Bella in his arms, and finally fell asleep as well.