Chapter 297: Unable to Resist

Maggie's voice was a temptation to Nathael. She looked at him with hazy eyes.

"Do you know what you're saying?" Nathael asked, driven crazy by her words.

Maggie whispered, "If you refuse again, I can't promise I'll let you into bed next time."

Without hesitation, Nathael lifted her and carried her to the bedroom. Maggie wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. They disregarded their injuries. They couldn't resist each other any longer.

Nathael gently placed her on the bed and climbed on top of her. Their fingers intertwined instantly. Maggie's breath hitched. Nathael kissed her passionately.

"Mmm…" Maggie moaned, feeling uneasy. But her struggles were futile. Nathael's kisses softened her resistance. Maggie trembled; her heart pounded.

Nathael slipped under her skirt. Maggie's throat tightened as she opened her slightly misty eyes, seeing passion and madness in his. Too afraid to meet his gaze, she blushed crimson as they became naked.

Nathael showered her body with gentle kisses; their bodies entwined under the moonlight. He began to sweat, unable to wait any longer.

"Nana…" Maggie cried out in sudden pain, whimpering as tears welled up. "It hurts!"

Nathael paused, observing Maggie's blushing, tear-streaked face. He gently kissed away her tears. "We'll take it slow," he said.

Maggie bit her lip, remaining silent, wanting to avoid further embarrassment. The night was cold, but their room burned with passion. Their bodies intertwined, indistinguishable from one another.

An hour later, Maggie curled up on the couch, watching a movie with an aching body. Being intimate with Nathael while injured was a mistake. She hadn't anticipated the pain and pleasure. Had they not been injured, they likely would have remained in bed all day.

Absently, Maggie chose a movie. Even after showering, she felt his touch lingering on her skin. The pasta was soft, yet Nathael still ate some, along with cake. Maggie, however, had no appetite.

Nathael emerged from the bathroom looking refreshed. His wet hair was combed back, his body perfect. Water droplets rolled down his toned torso. Maggie recalled the warmth of his body, blushing and averting her gaze.

Nathael looked at Maggie, then returned to his room to dress before going back to her. He pulled her onto his lap and whispered, "Are you alright?"

"Shut up!" Embarrassed and annoyed, Maggie covered his mouth.

Nathael chuckled, moving away. He kissed her earlobe and smiled. "I'll help you apply the medicine."

"No!" Maggie didn't want to move, her injuries mostly on her back. She feared something might happen again if Nathael helped. Nathael insisted.

The bedroom was dim; he couldn't see clearly, but he felt the small wounds on her delicate skin and ultimately didn't dare touch her back.

Maggie conceded. "Alright, later."

Nathael stopped insisting. They watched a movie with her in his arms. Maggie snuggled into his embrace, dozing off. Nathael, however, was far from sleepy; he was aroused again. Though they had been intimate twice, he restrained himself, fearing he might hurt her. Resisting the temptation was difficult after his experience.

Chapter 297: Unable to Resist (Continued)

They watched a heartwarming romance movie. Seeing Maggie lose interest, Nathael gently kissed her forehead. "Let me apply the medicine first," he whispered, "then we can sleep in the bedroom." Maggie whimpered at the interruption of her sleep, but Nathael wasn't dissuaded.

She felt a chill when he got up. He returned with the medicine in a few minutes.

"Clothes off…" Nathael looked at her nightgown and paused. Maggie realized the inconvenience and rose from the sofa. "I'll go change."

She returned in two-piece pajamas, but still needed to remove her top because of her back wound. Maggie stood there, frowning. The living room was brighter than the bedroom; she felt awkward undressing there, the thought making her blush.

(The final sentence "Send Gifts" seems out of place and unrelated to the story. It should be removed.)