Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband-Chapter 1395
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Chapter 1395

โ€œInitiate what, precisely?โ€

โ€œLike thisโ€ฆโ€ Tracyโ€™s voice trailed off as her fingers moved lower, toward his belt.

As she began to unbuckle it, Lowell caught her hands, surprised by their softness. He whispered urgently, โ€œHold on.โ€

โ€œWhy? Donโ€™t you want me?โ€ Tracyโ€™s gaze was unseen in the darkness, but her blinking was perceptible.

Lowell fumbled for words, saying awkwardly, โ€œYou donโ€™t begin by unbuckling a manโ€™s belt. Please, behave.โ€

Her laughter was low and mischievous. Behave? Her intentions were anything but innocent tonight. She gently unzipped her dress, pressing against him, sensing his growing tension and rapid heartbeat. In the pitch-black, her smirk felt sinister, though her voice was feigned fragility.

โ€œIโ€™m so cold. Wonโ€™t you warm me?โ€ she whispered.

Lowell visualized the scene: Tracy partially undressed, her warmth both beckoning and overwhelming. He said, โ€œGet dressed again, please.โ€

Tracy huffed lightly, tightening her embrace. Feeling his resolve weaken as desire surged, Lowellโ€™s thoughts scrambled. Tracy, sensing his struggle, intensified her allure, her movements deliberate, her body pressing closer.

โ€œI want you now. Letโ€™s not wait,โ€ she pleaded urgently.

Tracyโ€™s relentless actions were unraveling Lowellโ€™s carefully constructed composure, pushing his sanity to the brink. After a charged silence, he finally caught her wrists, holding the restless Tracy firmly. His voice, rough and strained, betrayed the inner battle as he leaned closer.

โ€œAre you sure about this?โ€ he asked, his words more than a husky whisper. โ€œHere, of all places?โ€

Tracyโ€™s lips curled into a sly smile. Her fingers slipped free, finding their way to his belt. With practiced ease, she unbuckled it, her movements deliberate as she explored further, feeling the undeniable evidence of his desire. Tilting her head, her tone dripping with mischief, she replied, โ€œDonโ€™t question my certainty. Question whether I can handle the intensity.โ€

He murmured darkly, โ€œHumph,โ€ 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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