Chapter 290 Healing Wounds
Witnessing this scene, Emanuele felt a tightness in his throat, a deep thirst spreading through his body, akin to a wanderer in the desert yearning for an oasis. In this moment, Isabella became his oasis, the one who could quench his thirst. However, considering Isabella’s resistance, Emanuele hesitated. He didn’t want to upset her.
Approaching the bed, Emanuele saw Isabella lying there, her soft, flowing hair spread around her, her eyes closed in serene slumber. His breath caught for a moment, as if he had forgotten how to breathe. Perhaps he was worried that his breath might disturb her, waking her from her peaceful sleep.
Emanuele gazed at Isabella, then carefully reached out to stroke her hair and then her cheek. She looked so beautiful in her sleep. It had been a while since he had seen her fall asleep so quickly, her face so calm, unlike before when she often furrowed her brow or woke from nightmares in tears.
Lying beside her, Emanuele dared not fall into a deep sleep. He had to remain vigilant, always observing Isabella’s movements. But now, Emanuele knew Isabella was finally getting a good night’s sleep. Even though he longed for her, he knew it was best not to disturb her.
With a deep breath, Emanuele suppressed his passionate thoughts and held Isabella in his arms, closing his eyes to drift off to sleep. He was a bit tired today.
After a while, Isabella’s movements woke Emanuele. Opening his eyes, he glanced at the clock on the wall. It was well past two in the morning. Isabella got out of bed, and Emanuele, looking puzzled, asked, “What’s wrong? Did you have another nightmare? Damn it, I didn’t notice!”
At this moment, a heavy guilt welled up in Emanuele’s heart. “I’m thirsty and want a drink,” Isabella said. Perhaps she felt a bit parched since she hadn’t drunk much water today.
She had intended to get up quietly, thinking her movements were gentle enough not to wake Emanuele. “Stay in bed, I’ll get you some water,” Emanuele said as he got out of bed and went to fetch water from the dispenser.
Isabella took the water from Emanuele, drank it all at once, and indeed, she was quite thirsty. “Do you need more?” Emanuele asked. Isabella shook her head. It was enough.
Emanuele turned on a bedside lamp, casting a warm, yellow light on Isabella’s face. Her lips still glistened with water, looking so tempting and alluring. Emanuele, who had been suppressing his desires, felt them resurfacing.
His body felt as if it had been set ablaze, a dryness creeping over him. As he gazed at Isabella, his eyes were filled with desire. Isabella had intended to lie back down and sleep, but upon seeing Emanuele’s expression, she froze. She knew that look all too well.
Before Isabella could speak, Emanuele pounced on her like a famished wolf, kissing her fiercely and passionately, not only kissing but also biting with force, as if devouring her, leaving Isabella feeling numb and even in pain as he forcefully groped her chest. It was as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
Her mouth was forced open, her tongue toyed with, the air in her lungs seemingly taken by him. Under Emanuele’s kisses, Isabella’s body grew increasingly pliant, her yearning intensifying.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.
It had been so long since she and Emanuele had been intimate. It seemed that since they had lost their child, she had resisted having a sex life, fearing the possibility of having another child with Emanuele. The thought of not being able to protect the child properly saddened her.
She knew her heart was ill, but she didn’t want it to get better. Perhaps staying as she was, in the present, was the best protection for her. Unexpectedly, today, Emanuele had suggested going out, and despite her initial reluctance, he had insisted. Going out had indeed lifted her spirits.
Now, being kissed by Emanuele in this way, Isabella felt sensations in her body she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Originally, Emanuele had thought that if Isabella asked him to stop, he would. He could always find release in the bathroom, taking a cold shower. However, Isabella didn’t stop him. She didn’t even protest when he removed her clothes.
Emanuele noticed Isabella’s gaze fixed on him. Her eyes were filled with a watery sheen, a look of desire and confusion.
This state made Emanuele feel even hotter, and his lower body became as hard as stone. He wanted to please Isbella, to make her forget the pain and sadness of the past, was the only thought in Emanuele’s mind at that moment.
Emanuele’s lips found their way to Isabella’s chest, kissing and nibbling. Isabella couldn’t help but moan as she felt her body growing increasingly numb. Emanuele continued to suckle until her skin became as hard as pebbles.
Then, his lips traveled down her body, reaching her most sensitive area. At this point, Isabella began to move her body. Although she said nothing, Emanuele understood that she was inviting him into her body.
Before that, however, he wanted to further arouse her. With this in mind, Emanuele’s lips touched Isabella’s most sensitive spot. Isabella’s body immediately began to sway. Oh God, she hadn’t felt this way in a long time. She felt her body growing hot, consumed by desire. She reached out, holding Emanuele’s head, feeling his presence within her.
The physical and emotional stimulation made Isabella feel as if she were about to be engulfed by a climax. But just as she felt herself about to reach paradise, the intense sensation abruptly stopped.
Looking at Emanuele, Isabella writhed, wanting more. Emanuele parted her legs and kissed her forehead, saying, “Take it easy, darling. Let’s take it slow.”