Chapter 636 What It’ll Be Like if We Get Married
Jude threaded his fingers through Tilda’s hair, breathing in the soft, sweet scent. His voice went low and tender. “Do you want to fall asleep in my arms?”
“Let’s start by leaning on you first, then I’ll sleep in your arms later. You’re already mine, anyway. I can do whatever I want–do you even have a choice?”
Tilda nuzzled against him like a little kitten, her warm, soft body pressing lightly against him, sending thrilling shivers through Jude’s chest.
The scent of her hair was the deadliest drug in the world.
Once it touched him, he could only lose himself, becoming hers completely.
“Alright… I’m already yours. Do whatever you want. I won’t resist.”
“What? You make it sound like I’m forcing you. Do I seem that desperate?”
Tilda made an exaggerated face.
Am I overthinking? Or is there something suggestive in his tone?
Jude dropped his gaze, his voice thick with longing. “I wish you’d take the lead. It isn’t you who’s desperate–it’s me.”
His warm breath skimmed Tilda’s ear, loosening a stray hair and sending a ripple of goosebumps through her.
She felt a shiver at his teasing nearness, her heart picking up speed. She almost reached up to touch his forehead.
Is this guy running a fever?
He’s Mr. Bell–the powerful CEO everyone respects. He’s supposed to be dominant, composed. Why is he acting like a lovesick schoolboy?
Finally, Tilda laughed out loud. “You’re such a flirt!”
“Can I take that as a compliment?”
Jude leaned in, his eyes intense and unblinking. Their noses nearly touched, and the little brushes of breath between them made everything electric.
Jude’s face was dangerously captivating–eyes deep enough to drown in, perfectly arched brows, sharp, sculpted features, high cheekbones, and lips gradually darkening with desire.
“Ugh! I can’t hold back anymore!”
Tilda gave in. She grabbed his hands and pushed him back onto the couch.
Straddling him, she threaded her fingers through his tie and sank her teeth into his neck.
It wasn’t violent–just a soft, intimate nip between lovers.
Her pale teeth grazed his skin and sent a jolt through him.
In that moment, it felt as though roses were blooming throughout his veins.
Jude let out a low, rough grunt.
It was as if Tilda had planted herself inside him, a flower rooting through his blood. There was no escape–and he didn’t want one.
All Jude wanted was to give himself over to her, a ruler undone by beauty, helpless beneath the spell of her smile.
When Tilda’s playful “punishment” ended, he sat up, licking his lips with a teasing grin.
“That’s it?”
Jude still looked unsatisfied.
She only nibbled like a kitten–why stop so soon? She shouldn’t hold back.
“I’m not a vampire,” Tilda said with a huff.
Jude pulled her close, cradling her like a priceless treasure with a possessive curve on his lips.
“Of course, you can only bite me and drink my blood.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah… our blood types are rare, and we’re bound together. If I drank anyone else’s, I’d probably throw up.”
A little teasing broke the tension; the charged air relaxed into laughter.
“Did your trip to the abbey go well today?” he asked.
“What happens at an abbey? I went to a place called Serenity Abbey.”
Tilda had only texted Jude that she was headed to the countryside to pray; she hadn’t named the place.
She watched him as she spoke.
Sure enough, when she said “Serenity Abbey,” his expression shifted, just slightly.
Tilda noticed and let out a quiet breath.
I knew it—Jude knows Devin is at Serenity Abbey. He still cares about his father.
That makes sense. No matter how ruthless he seems, family ties run deep. Even he can’t completely ignore them, especially given Devin’s situation.
She wasn’t sure whether Jude understood Devin’s worries, but she knew she couldn’t yet tell him the whole truth about Devin leaving Jude in Abram’s care as a child.
This time, Tilda made up her mind.
“So, Jude … have you ever thought about what it would be like if we got married?”