Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1065 - 1061: This Time, He Doesn’t Want to Miss Out Again
Hearing Beatrice’s soft gasp, Nicholas smiled with satisfaction, his lips and tongue gently swirling near Beatrice’s ear.
A seductive voice sounded at Beatrice’s ear, piercing straight through her eardrum, "Mia, tell uncle, do you like it..."
"...Mm..." Beatrice uncontrollably made a sound again. In front of Nicholas, she was like a blank canvas, and this man was an excellent artist, sketching beautiful, brilliant pictures on her body, leading her step by step closer to him.
The kiss continued, gentle and skillful, and as passion stirred, his long fingers loosened the tie of her bathrobe.
"Is it okay?"
Clearly yearning, Beatrice whimpered and sobbed in refusal, "...Mm...don’t..."
Not wanting to frighten the girl beneath him, Nicholas had to patiently coax her softly, "...It’s okay, don’t be scared, just once, just once okay..."
Outside the suite, Titus Zane had just finished showering and walked out of the bathroom, hearing faint sounds coming from the suite. He furrowed his brows hesitantly, and driven by human curiosity, he walked over while drying his long hair, pressing his ear against the door.
When Nicholas’s deep, magnetic coaxing voice reached his ear, Titus shivered with discomfort, curled his lips, and returned to the couch.
While continuing to dry his hair, he shook his head in disdain, never expecting such a gentleman like Nicholas would be equally cheeky, just like Nathan Moore, who appeared celibate on the surface but often said things that were difficult to speak of behind the scenes.
Though eager to catch his flight, he didn’t want to disrupt the good times of the two in the suite, so he sighed deeply, placed the towel aside, grabbed a pack of cigarettes, and lit one for himself.
Amid the swirling smoke, intermittent sounds continued in the suite, as Nicholas’s thin lips lingered tenderly at Beatrice’s lip corner, patiently coaxing her, "It’s okay, don’t be scared...good girl..."
"Mm..."
A murmur slipped out from Beatrice’s breath, seemingly a moan yet also an assent, as Nicholas kissed her lips once again, softly sucking and kissing while one hand quietly slid down, his long fingers pushing down his boxers and then teasing hers...
"Uncle!" Beatrice suddenly opened her eyes, looking at the man above her in panic, her charming face full of grievance.
"Don’t be scared, Mia..." Nicholas continued to comfort her, feeling both joy and loss when he encountered that barrier, because it told him she was only Beatrice, not his Lara.
Tightly grasping Nicholas’s shoulders, Beatrice felt deeply delighted, yet still feigned a shocked cry, furrowing her brows and panting continuously. Seeing her "painful" expression, the man used his lips to seal hers, swallowing all her protests and grievances.
While kissing, he didn’t forget to softly reassure her, "Good girl, bear with it, it won’t hurt soon..."
The sensation felt wonderful, he always considered her his little treasure. The reason for his patience was actually somewhat selfish.
During his first time with Sophie Foster, Sophie’s painfully furrowed little face stayed with him vividly...so subconsciously, he seemed to be compensating.
Listening to the girl’s soft whimpers, Nicholas felt the vacancy in his heart being largely filled. Although there was still regret in his heart, a voice was telling him that this time, he wouldn’t miss out again.
