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Chapter 106
Chapter 106
Megan whispered a soft “no.”
She averted her gaze, her voice even lighter, “I’m just…not at my best right now, still riding out the tail end of my period.
Sullivan paused. When he regained his composure, he couldn’t help but gently caress her warm cheek.
Megan rarely wore makeup at home, her skin naturally fair and tender. As he touched her, he found himself becoming more and more enamored with the feeling.
He looked at her and chuckled softly, “Megan, do you really see me as such a beast? Do you think I’d force you into anything if you are still during your period?”
Tears gathered at the corners of Megan’s eyes, but she didn’t respond.
He understood what she thought of him then: a man who only cared for his own pleasures and was indifferent to his wife’s well–being. Indeed, he hadn’t always been kind to her, and he had a rough edge in the bedroom, but he had never pressed her during her time of the month, had he?
Sullivan caught her slender wrist and gently pulled her up to sit on his lap.
Megan wasn’t used to this intimate moment. She and Sullivan had never been this close before. In the past, he only held her when he wanted one thing, and he certainly never let her sit like this.
Sullivan gazed into her reddening eyes, touched them softly, and asked with a low, tender voice, “Did I make you uncomfortable last time?”
Megan felt embarrassed.
Even though several days had passed since their last encounter, the memory of his dominance and the shameful words he had spoken still made her heart race and her body tremble.
She tried to convince herself it didn’t matter, but intimate contact was inevitable in a marriage, and Sullivan’s assertive nature in that regard frightened her. Even after years of marriage, he had never truly
harmed her.
She remained silent.
Sullivan guessed that he had indeed cast a shadow over her last time. His eyes fell to her hand, which still clutched a small box. He took it and tossed it aside. Megan watched him, puzzled by his intentions.
Sullivan leaned forward and kissed her gently. He also guided her hand, slipping it inside his shirt to touch his body.
His skin was warm, and the lean muscle felt like it was wrapped in a layer of the softest velvet that exuded an exquisite sensation.
Megan had been married to him for years, and although they had been intimate countless times, she had never touched him like this. Her hand moved passively under his guidance.
Sullivan, holding her slender wrist, kissed her while encouraging her touch. It was a feeling neither Megan nor Sullivan had experienced before, a sensation like a gentle current running through them. The sensation itself made them tremble involuntarily.
Sullivan didn’t recognize this as being moved. He thought it was just the desire between a man and a
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woman.
After a long kiss, he pressed her gently against him, his chin resting on her hairline as he said in a husky tone, “How many days before your period ends?”
Megan’s cheeks flared with heat; she wasn’t used to discussing this. Her voice trembled slightly, “Two days.”
Sullivan let out a soft laugh, comfortably leaning back on the couch, not bothering with his disheveled shirt or belt. He pulled Megan down to lie beside him, his palm gently pressing on her slender back to
prevent any escape.
After a while, he asked lazily and casually, “So it’s still six days, huh?”
Megan was young, and her cycle was long. Those six days each month, when Sullivan had to keep his hands to himself, were sometimes a struggle.
His inquiry elicited a quiet affirmation from Megan.
She lay on his chest but seemed preoccupied, wondering if Sullivan was acting out because of a lost love… something that made him seem so… abnormal. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
She pondered whether he was as tender with other women outside as he was with her now.