Chapter 79: It's Not Impossible Either

Maggie's eyes widened at his words. "Are you serious?" she asked.

Nathael immediately pulled her head toward his, pressing his lips firmly against hers, releasing the longing that had built up over the past few days. With her, he always felt the intensity of uncontrollable emotions.

Maggie tried to ignore the unfamiliar scent on him. Despite using his own things, his fragrance was different—clean, cool, and more intense than before, utterly irresistible. "Huh liar!" she breathed, her words slurred, a mist clouding her eyes.

Her lips were soft and sweet. Nathael gently laid her on the sofa, his hand supporting her head as he showered her with delicate kisses. Unlike his usually forceful kisses, these were exceptionally tender.

His cool lips touched her eyes, nose, and lips, a tingling, ticklish sensation filled with both cherishing and caution. Nathael's Adam's apple bobbed as he lingered over her features.

Inexperience often brings restraint, but once a taste is acquired, self-control becomes impossible. Maggie's throat tightened. A fine mist clung to her lashes as she found herself unable to resist his gaze.

Nathael's eyes darkened as he kissed her neck. His voice was husky and teasing, "Kneeling on the bed—it's not impossible either."

Maggie swallowed hard, her mind momentarily blank. Kneel on the bed? How does one kneel on a bed? It wasn't until her body involuntarily trembled beneath his kisses that the meaning of his words registered.

A blush instantly bloomed on her cheeks, turning them crimson. Maggie's eyes widened in disbelief. "Nathael, what are you talking about?" she asked. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. She had never imagined him like this.

Nathael chuckled softly, the corners of his beautiful eyes crinkling slightly, an indescribable allure in his expression. He seemed less cold and aloof than usual, more playful and mischievous.

"Do you still want me to kneel?" he smirked, continuing his teasing.

Maggie glared at him, speechless. Women are often at a disadvantage in such situations. Despite two lifetimes, Maggie had limited relationship experience. Perhaps it was her unwillingness to be dominated, her refusal to yield.

Curving her red lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck and mischievously whispered in his ear, "We'll do it another day"

Her warm breath, carrying her unique fragrance, fanned against his ear. Nathael's body stiffened, his lower abdomen tensing. His Adam's apple bobbed, his dark eyes, seemingly brimming with desire, fixed on the woman before him, her face alight with a mischievous smile. Maggie was satisfied.

Yes, this was right. A few words, yet they ignited his imagination. Another day. When would that be? The very thought drove Nathael nearly mad.

"Maggie," he ground out the words, as if suppressing something. He felt a powerful urge to both strangle her and keep her by his side, forever. She had always been difficult for him—from past manipulation and disdain to the current ambiguous teasing—yet he could never refuse her. Veins pulsed on his forehead as he struggled to contain himself.

His eyes were dark red, tinged with uncontainable desire. Maggie's throat tightened, a sense of unease settling over her. Could it betoo far? Why was this man so irresistible?

This time, Nathael was relentless. His kiss was passionate, dominant, and almost savage. Soon, Maggie was breathless, slumping onto the sofa like a limp doll, instinctively wrapping her arms around his waist. His firm waist felt particularly strong, warm, and burning.

The room's temperature seemed to rise, bathed in warm light, creating an intimate scene. Maggie lost track of time, her lips tingling and swollen, reluctant to let the moment end.

Abruptly, Nathael stood, saying in a low voice, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Didn't you just shower?" Maggie began, but his dark, yearning eyes told her he meant a cold shower. He'd often done this in the past—cuddle her to sleep, then take a cold shower, returning with a chill on his skin.

Maggie rose from the sofa, watching him leave. Propping her chin on her hand, she pondered. Could someone with sexual dysfunction experience such intense desire? If not, how did they satisfy themselves? Would theysuffocate?

Lost in thought, she absentmindedly grabbed her phone and searched online. After some hesitation, she typed: "Can people with sexual dysfunction suffocate?"

The responses were immediate:

First comment: "No. But they often have unique preferences, you know."

Second comment: "I'm selling medicine. If you're having marital issues, feel free to consult."

Third comment: "Don't worry, they won't suffocate, but they may have some psychological abnormalities. Run, girls!"

Maggie stared, speechless. What were they talking about? She shouldn't have teased him. It was so uncomfortable. She closed the page, guilt washing over her. Poor Nathael.

Shortly after, Nathael emerged from the bathroom to find Maggie had prepared a cup of tea. He glanced at the cup, then at the gentle woman on the sofa. "Is it chamomile tea?"

Maggie nodded. "Yes, it helps cool the body."

Nathael was speechless.

"Finish your tea and leave soon," Maggie said, her concern genuine. "It's late, and the roads are unsafe."

He remained silent, his dark eyes fixed on the teapot. He drank cup after cup, finishing one pot and starting another.

Maggie yawned, tears welling in her eyes as she watched TV, waiting for him to leave. She didn't want him to go, but how could she ask him to stay? He'd made it clear he was only visiting. Insisting would only embarrass her.

Absently watching the movie, she stole glances at the man refilling his cup. His clothes were freshly changed, and he sat at her coffee table with a dignified air, noble and elegant, yet deeply restrained. He was exceptionally handsome, exuding an indescribable power.

"Mr. Haris," Maggie remarked casually, unable to ignore his obvious consumption, "you've eaten all the chamomile petals from your cup."

Nathael paused, looking at the colorless tea. He set the cup down without a hint of embarrassment.