Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 248 - 194: Sweetness (Part 2)

"...What are you babbling about?" Maeve Lane’s eyelid twitched slightly as she struggled a bit, but the man held her tightly, as if drawing some kind of strength.

"I’m not babbling." Julian Fairchild’s voice was seductive and enchanting, "You’re just deliberately torturing me..."

"Do you really not want to be intimate with me?"

With warmth and softness in his arms, the man teasingly kissed her earlobe, which had already turned red, and even his eyes seemed tinged with red at the sight.

Maeve felt her throat go dry, "Don’t start like this so early in the morning..."

"Zoe." Suddenly, Julian called her name softly, his large hand cupping her waist, pulling her towards him. "Do you know what happens when you starve a wolf for too long..."

Whether it was his intense aura or something else, Maeve felt her face heat up.

"...And you’re dressed like this. What if the person at the door wasn’t me?"

Julian frowned at the white camisole Maeve was wearing, exposing a large area of her pale skin, her long legs straight and fair.

He couldn’t look away, let alone anyone else.

"It’s just ordinary clothing..." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Maeve spoke up, and what’s more, she was wearing clothes underneath, "The sleepwear Mrs. Thompson prepared was a bit childish, so I put it in the closet."

"Then you can only wear it for me."

Julian leaned against her back, biting her thin strap with his teeth, as if ready to snap it in the next second. "If I see you open the door in this again, I’ll assume you’re inviting me."

Maeve felt a coolness at her collarbone and saw Julian biting her strap, leaving her somewhat frustrated and amused, "I used to wear it too. How come I didn’t know you were this petty?"

"There are many things you don’t know."

The girl had her back to him, unable to see the intense possessiveness in Julian’s eyes. "I used to be afraid of scaring you, afraid that you’d dislike me even more."

"Now it’s the right you’ve given me."

Julian kissed her nape, his warm breath lingering on her neck, his voice deep and magnetic—

"Maeve, I’ve given you all my love. No matter how heavy, you have to bear it for me."

Maeve’s heart trembled, and the next moment she felt her body lifted into the air as the man picked her up.

"...What are you doing!"

Her tone finally lost its calmness.

Julian blocked her lips with his.

...

They ended up drenched in sweat.

There were moments Maeve genuinely thought Julian would lose control, but to her surprise, he managed to hold back.

In the end, he only kissed her forehead with restraint.

"...Want to take a shower?" Julian picked her up again; Maeve hadn’t touched the ground all morning.

"Forget it... I’ll do it myself." She finally regained some consciousness.

Things were already like this, who knows what might happen once inside...

This time, Julian was quite obedient, his shirt already soaked with sweat, a few buttons torn off, exposing his muscular and sexy physique.

Maeve lowered her eyelids, not daring to look at him any longer.

"I’ll have Silas Hughes get you something warm for breakfast." The man stood in front of her, looking slightly down, "Come out and eat after your bath."

"It’s already eleven..." Maeve paused for a moment, "We might as well just have lunch."

"..." Julian glanced at his wristwatch.

Two hours had passed in an instant.

Maeve tidied her clothes, "Alright, you should go take a shower too."

The white camisole on the girl was already in a disheveled state, with bite marks on the straps. Her collarbone downwards was a large area tinged with red, her moist lips alluringly swollen, and even her gaze was dewy.

Just looking at her made Julian’s blood surge.

Yet.

It still wasn’t enough.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around and said, "I’ll have someone bring the food up."

"Okay."

...

Maeve found that, without the protection of those two little booklets, she and Julian felt more intimate.

Compared to the shared yet separate dreams at Crestfall Bay, they now felt more like a couple in the throes of passion.

She never knew Julian could be so clingy.

Back in college, Julian’s voice was only occasionally magnetic and almost uncontrollable.

Miss you.

Or really like you.

Now he’s like he’s been unleashed, becoming increasingly unruly in front of Maeve...

Anytime he wanted to kiss, regardless if Maeve was willing, Julian always had a hundred ways to make her agree.

The weather was getting chilly, and as Maeve had already confirmed her next schedule, she had been resting all this time, not being the most active person.