Zane’s eyes were tinged with crimson, and Natalie felt a pang of heartache, leaning over to continuously kiss the area above his eyes, one kiss after another.
She wanted to divert Zane’s emotions, and suddenly a mory flashed in her mind of what he had said on the night they received their marriage certificate when she threw a tantrum.
"Didn’t you say that you could give everything I want?"
Zane’s voice was hoarse, excessively restrained and suppressed, completely hoarse.
"Hmm?"
Natalie reached out and tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Then show a smile."
Natalie understood everything, she understood it all.
She understood why Zane had rejected her goodwill and advances on the mountaintop that day. Gideon was still suffering in the hospital, he watched Gideon’s life shattered, watched him part ways with happiness, so how could he find peace in letting himself find happiness?
At that ti, he must have been in a lot of pain too. She was still throwing tantrums and questioning him. How long had they known each other then? Back then, she was still interacting with him under the title of the future Mrs. Thorne.
At that ti, her own emotional changes were still unclear; how could she have expected Zane to respond to her probes in such a situation?
The more Natalie thought, the more she felt sorry for Zane. She leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth.
"You look particularly good when you smile, I want to see you smile."
The man gazed into the woman’s eyes, seeing himself reflected in them, noticing the heartache about to overflow from them, and held her even tighter against him.
He couldn’t bear to see Natalie like that, to see her brows slightly furrowed, even if it was because of him.
But at that mont, he just couldn’t smile, so the only thing he could do was lean in and kiss her.
This kiss, from fierce at the start to tender, from Zane’s initial offensive to Natalie’s final offensive.
Between the two of them, Natalie had always been the one who talked more, while Zane always indulged her antics. Talking about what happened five years ago, for Zane to talk for ten minutes was already quite an effort.
Natalie spoke of her heartache, but the more she spoke, the more it hurt both of them, so it was better to resolve it all with a kiss.
And indeed, to Zane, Natalie’s heartache-filled gaze paired with this kiss was more than enough to calm his emotions.
Afterward, the initiative of the kiss returned to Zane, no longer gentle, he wanted to go deeper, wanting to rge Natalie into him.
Natalie overlooked one thing — for Zane, who had been in pain for what happened five years ago, why would he agree to the Thorne Family’s matchmaking with her? With Zane’s character, rejecting this matchmaking would be quite a usual thing.
Especially considering how quickly they got their marriage certificate.
But Natalie, caught up in her heartache for Zane, seed to temporarily overlook this issue.
Zane, as a kisser, was like being on the brink of life and death, leaving Natalie hazy and nearly forgetting her current discomfort, as Zane led her and she instinctively responded.
By the ti she ca to her senses a little, she was already pressed beneath Zane on the sofa.
She opened her mouth to say sothing, but upon seeing the crimson in Zane’s eyes and the sweat of restraint on his forehead, she decided against it.
Just like that, it wasn’t impossible.
But Zane just stared at her for a while, then buried his head into the nook of her neck, biting her shoulder hard.
Natalie winced from the bite, fully regaining her clarity. Zane made no further moves, and Natalie blinked her eyes which were laced with mist.
"Zane?"
The man kissed the spot he’d bitten and let out a short laugh.
"I’m not that much of a beast."
A wife needs to be cared for.
Yet, President Thorne’s body was burning, muscles tightening from restraint, veins bulging. Sweat on his forehead dripped onto Natalie’s shoulder and neck.
Natalie’s shoulder flinched a bit, feeling uncomfortable. She raised her hand to hold Zane, but he suddenly spoke up to stop her.
"Don’t move, let calm down."
How to calm down? He’s already like this.
When Zane finally summoned up enough determination to get off Natalie, she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning forward to peck his Adam’s apple.
"Let help you."
The man’s sexy Adam’s apple rolled intensely.
"How will you help?"
Natalie mischievously blinked, exerting a little force, flipping over to press Zane beneath her. Seeing the curiosity and desire deep in his eyes, she suddenly smiled.
She first lowered her head to peck at his lips, then bowed down to kiss Zane’s Adam’s apple...
....
After a long while, Zane was panting, the corners of his eyes tinged red, as he hugged a blushing Natalie, pecking at her cheek.
"Thanks for your hard work, baby."
Saying this, he took her to the bathroom, ticulously washing her hands.
Natalie’s right hand was hurt, so everything just now had been done using her left hand. Her dominant hand was the right one, so her left hand wasn’t as adept.
She also had never done such a thing before, her movents awkward, without any control.
But because of this, Zane beca even more excited.
It’s okay if she wasn’t familiar; he just held her hand to teach her how to do it.
Half an hour in, Natalie only felt her hand, entire arm, and half her body going numb.
She stared blankly at her hand, Zane washing it with great care, now clean, pale, and tender, but Natalie still felt as if Zane’s scent lingered on her hand.
Her fingers were still tingling, and she blinked, her left hand grasping at the air. At the thought of that earlier heat, the redness in her ears hadn’t yet subsided.
Seeing her movent, Zane assud she was dissatisfied with the cleanliness, so he washed it again for her, drying it before bringing her hand to his lips for a kiss.
"Baby, it’s okay, it’s all clean now."
Feeling the softness of his lips against her fingers, Natalie finally looked up at Zane, pursing her lips, word by word.
"Zane, you brute."
For making her help for a full half-hour!
Didn’t they say that for n without won, it only takes about ten minutes by hand?
"Hmm, I am a brute."
Zane wasn’t at all angry at Natalie’s scolding; instead, he smiled and hugged her, kissing her hand, then her face.
Natalie, however, disdainfully pushed Zane away.
"Don’t kiss my face, my hands are dirty."
How could he kiss her face after having kissed her hand?
Zane: ...
She was the one who wanted to help; how was it all his fault now? Never mind, let it be, after all, he indeed enjoyed it.
Zane held Natalie’s hand, kissing each finger, palm, back of the hand, every inch thoroughly.
"Baby, it’s not dirty now."
But Natalie wrinkled her nose.
"Wash it again, it’s all your saliva."
Zane: ??????
He was kissing, not licking like a dog.
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