Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 178: Promise sealed

Their foreheads touched, breaths mingling in the tender space between them. His lips captured hers in a soft kiss that slowly deepened, his tongue finding its way into her mouth as their breaths intermingled and they tasted and savored each other.

His hand slipped beneath her nightdress, trailing slowly along her heated skin, mapping every curve with deliberate, lingering caresses. Each stroke sent shivers rippling through her, drawing muffled gasps from her parted lips.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. His palm found her breast, kneading it with a hungry tenderness, his fingers teasing the sensitive peaks eliciting wetness. Sparks of pleasure danced through her nerves, her breath hitching as waves of sensation coursed through her. Her eyes fluttered shut, heart pounding fiercely in her chest, her entire body aching with need, burning for more of him.

He pulled away from the kiss, nuzzling her neck as he sucked lightly, drawing soft gasps from her lips. "My doctor," he murmured, his voice both tender and teasing, "can I finally go on with this?"

Though his words sought permission, his actions already spoke volumes—his lips continuing their trail along her neck, shoulders, and chest, each kiss warm and lingering, his breath tickling her skin. A moan escaped her as sensation overtook her.

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. In his eyes, she saw it all—love, passion, desire, and a depth of emotion that left her breathless. She felt every bit of it, and it made her heart flutter in the most beautiful way.

Due to the severity of his injury and their ongoing contemplation of their relationship, sex and consummation had long been out of the question.

They had kissed, caressed, and felt each other’s desires—but Jessica had refused to risk anything that might hinder his recovery. Yet now, in this moment, she wanted to break that barrier. He wanted to feel her completely, as it should be.

He waited for her response—for that one answer, the proof of their shared willingness to take this step, to seal their bond. Jessica wanted to nod, but her hand moved before she could.

Her fingers brushed his cheek, warm and tender, her thumb gently caressing his lips. Davis closed his eyes at the touch, as though committing the sensation to memory. Then, her arms circled his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

"But you mustn’t exert yourself too much," she whispered, even as a moan escaped her lips from the heat of his roaming hands. He touched her as though he was memorizing every inch of her body, every soft curve and line. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

This—this was the answer he needed. It was his confirmation of her desire, of their hope. He pulled her into a firm embrace, returning her kiss with equal fervor.

His lips traveled to her breast, slow and reverent, his tongue circling her peak while his hand continued to caress the other. She whimpered softly, her senses overwhelmed, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Are you ready for this? It might hurt a little at first," he asked gently, silently vowing to be tender.

She met his gaze—filled with love, care, and patience—and nodded lightly. She had made her decision. There was no turning back now.

Davis’s lips crashed onto hers again—this time, more certain, without hesitation. Like a beast unleashed, he let go of all restraint, his suppressed desires taking control as he ravaged and explored every part of her body.

Finally, he would get to make her his woman—to claim her, to leave his imprint on every inch of her skin. More than that, he would seal this union. A union he had once been forced into, yet now had become his desire, his craving, his feelings—his very breath.

Shutting out every memory of the past, they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. With gentle caresses, they removed the last layers of clothing—the only barrier left between them.

Her heart pounded rapidly as she took in the sight of his body. Her hands moved slowly, tracing the ridges of his muscled abs. His breath quickened, heavier now, as her touch sent shivers through him—his blood boiling, his nerves alive with desire.

He sucked on her nipples, his lips warm and tender, while his hand glided down her curves in a quiet, seductive touch—down to her thighs, then her inner thighs, and finally to her clit. His fingers circled it with a gentle, teasing stroke.

Her body trembled beneath his touch as she buried herself deeper into his embrace, her moans, pants, and gasps urging him on. He could feel her wetness on his fingers.

Finding her lips once more, he positioned himself over her. Her hands slid down his waist and along his hips—not as a doctor this time, but as a woman exploring her lover. As her hand reached his lower abdomen, hard and muscled, his breath grew heavier.

Carefully not to hurt her, he lowered himself between her thighs, paused briefly taking note of her sweaty face, disheveled hair, rosy lips—a sight that fueled more desire in him. In a low whisper he asked, "can I?"

She nodded, her gaze expectant as he leaned in to kiss her, distracting her attention. Slowly, he made his way as she let a brief cry, her nerve tensed briefly, he paused lightly giving her chance to gather herself and relax her tensed nerves before he went further.

Jessica gasped, her breathe quickened as he moved inside her with steady, deep and gentle thrust, her legs wrapped around him tightly as reveled in the moment—a silent promise, a bond to be one.

The thrust gradually became more demanding, urgent and more deeper than the other as the both reached their shared release.

Slowly, he pulled away, laid by her side pulling her into a warm embrace as she clung to him briefly as their breathe calmed down.

"Take a bath before you sleep." He nudged her but then she was too tired. After much persuasion she helped him to the bath as they took their bath together and returned for a night rest.

After these silent promises—made without a priest, without an audience, without their families or friends—a gentle calmness settled around them. It was a kind of peace they hadn’t felt in a long time. Not loud or thrilling, but deep and steady. A comforting assurance that came from knowing they had each other for support.

It felt as if a new Chapter had just opened in their lives—a blank page waiting to be filled with moments of courage, love, and a blissful union.

Davis pulled her into his warm embrace, his finger playing with a few strands of her hair. His heart settling down in peace.

Jessica breathed in slowly, her chest rising and falling with ease. For the first time in what felt like forever, the weight in her heart didn’t feel so heavy that she slept off immediately she laid down.

Davis stared at her sleeping face, taking note of every features. "I love you." He murmured and placed a light kiss on her forehead before closing his eyes contendly.