Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 251 - 195: Tenderness (2)

"I didn’t sleep well." Julian Fairchild nuzzled against the crook of her neck, lifting his eyelids slightly as hot breath bathed her pale skin. "You’re right here beside me, yet I... have to sleep alone."

"...What nonsense are you talking?" Maeve Lane’s eyelid twitched as she struggled a little, but the man held her tightly, as if drawing strength from her.

"I’m not talking nonsense." Julian’s voice was sexy and mesmerizing. "You’re just deliberately torturing me..."

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

The man held the soft jade of warmth in his arms, teasingly kissing her earlobe, which had already blushed a bright red, making his eyes redden too.

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

"Zoe." Julian suddenly called her in a low voice, his large hand clasping her waist and pulling her over. "Do you know what happens when a wolf is starved for too long..."

Whether it was the scorching aura from the man or some other reason, Maeve Lane felt her face heating up.

"...You’re dressed like this, what if the person standing at the door wasn’t me?"

Julian frowned at Maeve’s white camisole, exposing a vast stretch of snowy skin, her long legs straight and fair.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, let alone anyone else.

"It’s just ordinary clothing..."

Maeve began, noting that she was wearing clothes underneath, "Mrs. Thompson’s prepared pajamas were a bit childish, so I put them in the wardrobe."

"Then you can only wear them for me to see."

Julian pressed against her from behind, biting her thin strap with his teeth as if threatening to sever it in the next moment, "If I see you in this outfit opening the door again, I’ll take it as an invite."

Maeve felt a chill at her collarbone, watching Julian biting her strap, both exasperated and amused, "I wasn’t aware you were this petty. I’ve worn it before, you know?" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"There’s a lot you don’t know."

Facing away from him, Maeve couldn’t see the intense possessiveness in Julian’s eyes. "I used to refrain for fear of frightening you, afraid you’d dislike me more."

"Now, it’s a right you’ve given me."

Julian kissed the back of her neck, lingering hot breaths traced her skin, and his voice was low and magnetic—

"Maeve Lane, I give you all my love, no matter how overwhelming it is, you have to bear it."

Her heart trembled, and the next second she felt her body lifted off the ground as Julian swept her into his arms.

"...What are you doing!"

Her voice finally lost its calm.

Julian silenced her with a kiss.

...

Their escapade left both drenched in sweat.

In several moments, Maeve really thought Julian had lost control, but to her surprise, he restrained himself.

Even at the end, he only restrainedly kissed her forehead.

"...Want to take a shower?" Julian lifted her, and Maeve’s feet hadn’t touched the ground all morning.

"Never mind... I can manage myself." She barely regained her senses.

After such an ordeal, who knows what might happen if she went in with him...

This time, Julian was surprisingly obedient, standing with his shirt soaked through with sweat, a few buttons torn off, revealing muscles brimming with robust sensuality.

Maeve cast her gaze downwards, not daring to look at him.

"I’ll have Silas fetch you something hot for breakfast," he said, standing before her, eyes slightly lowered. "Come out to eat after your shower."

"It’s already eleven o’clock..." Maeve hesitated for a moment. "We could just have lunch soon."

"..." Julian glanced at his wristwatch.

In the blink of an eye, two hours had passed.

Maeve adjusted her clothing, "Alright, you should shower too."

Her white camisole was now in complete disarray, both straps showing bite marks, and down from her collarbone a large area was flushed red, her moist lips tantalizingly swollen, with even her gaze glistening.

Julian felt a surge of blood just looking at her.

Yet paradoxically.

He was far from satisfied.

Drawing a deep breath, he turned away and said, "I’ll have the food brought up."

"Hmm."

...

Maeve realized that although she and Julian no longer had the protection of those little books, they felt increasingly intimate.

Compared to their distant coexistence at Crestfall Bay, they now resembled a couple in the throes of first love.

She had never known Julian could be so clingy.

Back in college, Julian would only occasionally express his affection in a deep, nearly uncontrollable voice.

Miss you.

Or how much he adored you.

Now, it was as if he had lifted a seal, behaving less and less restrained before Maeve...

Anytime he wanted a kiss, regardless of whether Maeve was willing, Julian always found a hundred ways to make her agree.