Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

“Huh?”

Enna had just lifted her head when her lips were suddenly sealed in a kiss.

She opened her eyes wide in surprise.

The man had already forced his way through her lips, his hot tongue invading her mouth and sweeping over every inch of her senses…

After finishing the kiss, the dark-eyed man suddenly stood up, picked her up in his arms, and carried her to the next room—

In the Presidential Suite, every room was furnished with a 2.5-meter kingsize bed. Enna was tossed onto the bed unexpectedly, unable to dodge, her ankles already caught. The mint-scented man leaned over her, his large hands grasping her wrists, pressing them on either side of her head, pinning her down. His hot lips started kissing her from her chin, like a storm…

Every one of his kisses on her skin ignited a tingling sensation. Enna couldn’t help but curl her toes. She shook her head and struggled, “No, don’t…”

She remembered the doctor’s warning: no intense physical activity for three months!

The dominating man surprisingly stopped when he heard her words. His dark eyes filled with a fire that seemed ready to engulf everything as he spoke, word by word, “But I want to!” His heart wouldn’t be at peace unless he did!

Enna was taken aback; she had never seen him so desperate.

Desperate as if he couldn’t live without her!

Her bright eyes showed a hint of hesitation as she clenched her teeth, giving up resistance. Attempting to make her body more relaxed, she suppressed her own shame and whispered, “What if… I help you with my hand?”

“…What did you just say?” Baron Lawrence pressed his thin lips tightly, doubting what he just heard. As he looked down at the woman blushing red like a cooked shrimp beneath him, it all became more real.

Enna was about to burst with embarrassment. She steeled herself, letting her actions do the talking—

*

One hour later.

Exhausted and dripping with sweat, Enna’s arms lost their strength, unable to lift from numbness. Her fingers didn’t even want to move anymore.

The satisfied man’s eyes and eyebrows contrasted sharply with her immobile state.

Baron Lawrence actually wanted to engage in another round with her, but upon seeing her exhausted appearance, he suppressed his eager desire—

He opened the wardrobe, put on a brand new bathrobe, then bent down and picked her up from the bed.

“Ah.”

Enna’s hands circled around his neck, fearing she would slip off.

“You make a sound again, and I’ll put you back on that bed immediately,” he threatened shamelessly.

He wasn’t really satisfied; her help was like offering a drop of water to a dying man in the desert, only making his thirst worse. He wanted to snatch the whole bottle and finish it all at once!

How dare she continue to tempt him with her voice!

He had never been able to resist her temptations!

Enna was too tired to even speak, she closed her mouth and just let him take control.

Quickly, Baron Lawrence helped her take a simple bath, carried her back to bed, leaned down to kiss her forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, “Sleep now, I have a surprise for you when you wake up.”

Enna was so tired she could hardly understand what he was saying. She vaguely heard him say “sleep.” Her eyelids, as heavy as if they’d received a pardon, immediately closed from fatigue.

Soon, her breathing became steady, sinking deeply into a dreamy slumber…