Chapter 311: Chapter 311: Scorching Entanglement
The lingering kiss ended, and she was directly lifted out of the water by Harry Hunter.
Isabella Weaver hastily pulled a towel to cover herself: "You go out, I haven’t rinsed off yet."
Harry put her down, suddenly turned off the light, twisted open the shower, and said in a low voice: "I’ll rinse you off."
In the darkness, one’s senses become extraordinarily sharp, and Isabella felt as if even the water seemed to become a part of Harry, fervent and gentle.
After only two minutes of rinsing, she was carried back to the bedroom by Harry.
The lights had long been turned off by him, heart-shaped candles were arranged on the floor, and the bed was covered with rose petals. The man beside her was already scaldingly hot, yet still restrained and tender.
Wrapped in a large bath towel, Isabella’s fingers stroked Harry’s chin back and forth, a shy and sweet smile on her face: "When did you learn to be romantic?"
Harry caught her mischievous hand, kissed it at the lips, with what seemed like thousands of stars in his eyes: "Still learning. The high-end hotels under the group have various marketing plans targeting couples, I thought they were good, so I used them. How is it?"
Isabella’s smile deepened, she thought to herself, he certainly couldn’t think of arranging heart-shaped candles.
"Very nice, I really like it."
This kind of situation must be encouraged.
She lifted her head to kiss Harry’s lips proactively.
Harry returned the kiss, his palm covering her long leg, probing inwards.
Tremors surged from inside out in her body, and she instinctively leaned closer to Harry, kissing him frantically.
The temperature in the room gradually rose, even the floral scent seemed to become exceptionally rich and intense.
Unaware of how long they lingered, Isabella’s bath towel was spread open, and Harry’s clothes were also completely removed.
Skin pressed tightly together, both felt each other’s scorching temperature and searing breath.
At some moment, the pain came as expected, yet it seemed not as unbearable as anticipated.
"Harry!"
"Mm."
"Harry..."
"Mm, be good."
...
When the pain disappeared, pleasure came swiftly and fiercely, taking her back and forth from the valley to the cloud peaks, until she couldn’t bear such fiery love, collapsing limply into his embrace.
Harry’s breath was unsteady, his palm supporting her hips closer to him, kisses falling like raindrops.
After she rested for a while and regained some strength, he leaned over her again.
His little wife was so tender!
How could he stop!
He didn’t want to go on an outing tomorrow, wouldn’t it be nice to enjoy her at home?
Being taken so intensely for the first time, Isabella cried out after several rounds, angrily cursing Harry as a bastard and shameless.
"Crybaby."
"Baby, don’t cry."
"Just now you were holding me and not letting go, and now you’re biting me?"
Harry gently wiped her tears, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her to the bathroom to rinse off.
He fully considered her shy psyche, not turning on the bathroom light, only using the faint light from outside to help her clean.
Isabella, completely drained of strength, clung to Harry’s neck, feeling it a bit embarrassing that she had just shed golden beans.
She clearly wasn’t a delicate person, why did she cry so easily?
It was only because he pampered her endlessly that she became delicate.
Yes, it’s all his fault!
This bastard, beast!
She had already pleaded for mercy, yet he wouldn’t let her go!
In her heart, she scolded him a hundred times, but when Harry picked her up again, pressing her against the wall, with forehead against forehead, nose tip against nose tip, she couldn’t help but kiss him again.
Harry’s laugh was low and joyful: "So good."