Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Chapter 375 - 374: What to Do When You’re Really Pent Up

Damian wrapped his arms around Bella Acker’s waist, turned around and seated her on the bed, hugging her from behind and whispered into her ear, "Well, I’m only thick-skinned for you."

Her ears were especially sensitive. His warm breath surrounded her ear, making her shrink her neck immediately from the ticklish sensation.

Unsatisfied, Damian teased her further by rubbing his nose along the back of her ear, tempting her greatly.

Bella turned her body to evade him, "Damian, stop teasing. Aunt Sienna might hear us."

"If we don’t make any noise, she won’t hear," Damian replied, pinching her delicate chin and kissing her.

It was a kiss full of desire, each one a deliberate tease.

Damian knew every sensitive spot on Bella’s body, easily rendering her soft and weak.

Bella nestled in his arms, melting like a puddle.

Damian’s hand slipped under her clothes, but Bella caught it with her hand, eyes hazy yet resolute, "No way, I haven’t forgiven you yet."

The walls of this house weren’t soundproof at all; even a little noise could be heard, and she certainly didn’t want Aunt Sienna to catch any of their antics. It’d be too embarrassing.

Damian’s hand paused, looking at her with some helplessness.

This time Bella was firm in her refusal.

Damian stared at her for a while, then suddenly embraced her and leaned back onto the bed.

"Ah!" Bella exclaimed, quickly grabbing his arm, "Damian, what are you doing, you startled me."

"Baby, you’re driving me crazy holding back so much. What about our future happiness?" Damian held her waist securely, trapping her against his chest, making sure she wouldn’t fall.

Bella blushed, glanced away, and whispered, "You won’t be driven crazy so easily."

Damian sighed and adjusted their position on the bed, pulling the covers over them, "Then at least keep me company."

People say a man who only wants to sleep with you might not love you, but a man who loves you definitely wants to sleep with you, and only you.

Bella knew he was feeling tormented, but she really didn’t want Aunt Sienna overhearing any sounds.

She nestled in his arms, tilting her head to look at him, "Damian, is it really difficult for you?"

Damian glanced down at her, pulling her head into his chest, "Sleep."

While nestled in his arms, Bella thought for a while and cautiously reached out to touch him, but quickly withdrew her hand in shock.

Damian let out a muffled groan, then pinched her shoulder as punishment, saying, "If you don’t want to continue, don’t tease."

Bella’s face turned bright red.

It’s not that she didn’t want to; she was just worried about Aunt Sienna overhearing them, which would be awkward, but she couldn’t say that out loud.

But what if Damian really drove himself crazy from holding back?

Bella bit her lip, hesitating for a long while before finally making a decision, whispering, "Damian, close your eyes."

"Why?" Damian looked at her.

Bella blushingly glared at him, "Don’t ask, just close your eyes! No peeking!"

Uncertain about her intentions, Damian raised an eyebrow slightly, but cooperatively closed his eyes, "Okay, my eyes are closed, now can you tell me what you’re planning to do?"

Bella propped her upper body to check that his eyes were truly shut, ensuring they were closed. She emphasized, "No peeking! If you open your eyes, I won’t talk to you anymore."

"Alright." Damian’s lips curved into a small smile.