Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1395:

“Initiate what, precisely?”

“Like this…” Tracy’s voice trailed as her fingers ventured lower, towards his belt.

As she began to unbuckle it, Lowell caught her hands, their softness surprising him. He whispered urgently,

“Hold on.”

“Why? Don’t you want me?” Tracy’s gaze was unseen in the dark, but her blinking was felt.

Lowell found himself fumbling for words, awkwardly saying,

“You don’t begin by unbuckling a man’s belt. Please, behave.”

Her laughter was low and mischievous. Behave? Her intentions were anything but innocent tonight.

She gently unzipped her dress, pressing against him. She sensed his growing tension and rapid heartbeat.

In the pitch-black, her smirk was sinister, though her voice carried a feigned fragility.

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“I’m so cold. Won’t you warm me?” she whispered.

Lowell visualized the scene where Tracy was partially undressed, her warmth beckoning yet overwhelming.

He said, “Get dressed again, please.”

Tracy huffed lightly, tightening her embrace.

Feeling his resolve waning as desire surged, Lowell’s thoughts scrambled.

Tracy, sensing his struggle, intensified her allure, her movements deliberate, her body pressing closer.

Her plea was urgent as she said,

“I want you now. Let’s not wait.”

Tracy’s relentless actions were unraveling Lowell’s carefully held composure, pushing his sanity to the brink.

After a charged silence, he finally caught her wrists, holding the restless Tracy firmly in place.

His voice, rough and strained, betrayed the battle within him as he leaned closer.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his words more than a husky whisper.

“Here, of all places?”

Tracy’s lips curled into a sly smile, her fingers slipping free and finding their way to his belt. With practiced ease, she unbuckled it, her movements deliberate as she let her hand explore further, feeling the undeniable evidence of his desire.

She tilted her head, her tone dripping with mischief as she replied,

“Don’t question my certainty. Question whether I can handle the intensity.”

“Humph,” he murmured darkly, his grip shifting to her waist. His breath hitched at her boldness, a low chuckle escaping as his restraint finally shattered. In one swift motion, he lifted her onto the desk, his eyes blazing with unspoken intent.

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