His caresses made her shiver, stirring a whirlwind of emotions. She liked it, but there was an undercurrent of unease. She loved this, yet she couldn't be certain if he'd truly stay with her until the end.
She adored him, but her feelings ran so deep that they only heightened her fear of losing him.
Sensing her mood, he suddenly stopped, his hands withdrawing from her.
As he pulled away, she felt a profound emptiness, tinged with frustration—how could he touch her so intimately yet hold back from more?
She felt like a child deprived of affection, frustrated as she climbed off his lap, covering herself with the blanket and lying flat on the bed.
He joined her on the bed, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and gently asked, "Are you upset?"
"Not at all," she replied, pouting.
"Of course, I love you and want to touch you, but when you said 'no' just now, I realized… maybe I hadn't truly asked for your consent," he said in a low, gentle voice, full of care. "Do you know why I had to change your clothes that night? I was worried that the passion you showed was just a drunken haze, and if something really happened between us without a clear relationship, it might hurt you. No matter how much I like or love you, I'm still afraid of you resenting me."
She didn't reply, merely listening in silence as he bared his feelings.
He held her tighter, continuing his confession, "I can't undo that moment when I almost lost control around you. I've tried to keep those memories from resurfacing, even though it's complicated. But when I said I'm afraid of you hating me, I meant it. The more I like and love you, the more I regret not holding back that day."
She could feel the warmth of his desire pressing against her, yet he was calm enough to give this heartfelt speech. She couldn't quite understand his thoughts, but as she listened, her eyes filled with tears, her nose tingling with emotion.
If he didn't truly love her, there was no need for him to stop just because she said "no."
How could his tenderness make her want to cry like this?
"Who says all this deep stuff at a time like this? It's not like you at all," she mumbled, trying to cover up the emotions stirring in her heart.
"It doesn't sound like me either, but it's how I truly feel about you," he whispered, holding her close, "Elise, I really love you."
There was no resisting his tenderness now. She finally turned to face him, tears already spilling as she looked into his eyes.
He was a bit surprised—why was she crying all of a sudden?
But he quickly forgot to question it when she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
"Then you better… love me right," she murmured, her cheeks flushed as she shyly hinted at him, deliberately drawing out her words.
He certainly caught the message. Kissing her forehead, her eyes, nose, and cheeks, he finally reached her lips, where his tongue delved in, savoring her sweet taste.
He undressed her until she was left in delicate pink lingerie. Her silky, flowing hair draped over her chest, concealing her beauty. Gently, he swept her hair aside, hands caressing her soft, rounded breasts, feeling her fair skin flush under his touch.
Unclasping her front-hooked bra, her covered breasts were freed, softly bouncing. He cupped her tender bosom, his mouth finding her sensitive peak.
"Mmm…" she moaned softly, unable to hold back, yearning for more of his touch.
