Chapter 893: Sensually Fulfilled

Oscar helped Hannah with the dishes after dinner. Hannah then video-chatted with Michelle. After spending time with Salem, it was past 10 PM. Hannah and Oscar prepared for bed, showering together first. It had been a year and a half since they last had sex, abstaining since her pregnancy. A nervous tension hung in the air.

"Do you want to turn off the light?" Oscar asked.

"No," Hannah replied, shaking her head. "Maybe dimmer?"

"Okay," Oscar obliged.

As they lay in bed, they stared at each other in silence. The air was thick with unspoken emotion. Hesitantly, Oscar asked, "Hannah, can I…?"

Hannah nodded, a smile playing on her lips. She never considered refusing him. Oscar, however, was near the edge. He'd spent months longing for Hannah, suppressing his desire. Though he sensed her reluctance and didn't want to pressure her, his desire intensified. He leaned over, gently pinning her down. His kisses, tender and deliberate, fell upon her face and lips.

As they undressed, Hannah noticed the severe scratches on his arm—a shocking sight. But Oscar was consumed by desire, the intensity of his long abstinence palpable. Hannah, teeth clenched, silently endured the inevitable pain. He was almost animalistic in his passion.

The night was a blend of heated desire and hushed silence. Mid-encounter, a ringtone shattered the intimacy.

"Oscar…" Hannah whispered, a soft reminder.

"Uh-huh?" he murmured.

"Your phone…" she continued, anxiety creeping into her voice.

"I know."

"Aren't you going to answer it?"

"No," Oscar insisted, burying himself deeper. His phone continued to ring. Hannah suspected it was urgent, but he remained unmoved.

Eventually, they reached their peak. Oscar lay upon her, exhausted. The phone fell silent; the caller had given up. He remained still, clinging to her as if afraid to let go. Hannah, equally spent, had never experienced such intensity from him. She nestled in his arms, gazing at the moon.

Silence returned, then Oscar lifted her. Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Can't you see how much we sweat? We need to clean up," he chuckled.

Hannah nodded. He carried her to the bathtub, joining her in the tepid water.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"A little," she admitted.

"I lost control," he apologized, remorse evident as he saw the numerous hickeys on her body.

"It's okay," she smiled reassuringly. His prolonged abstinence, had he not slept with Lillian, would have been unbearable. He hugged her tightly, clinging to her as if fearing loss.

"It's late. Let's finish and go to bed," Hannah suggested, needing to rise early.

"Mhm," Oscar agreed, but his grip remained firm.

"Oscar," she said, slightly annoyed, subtly attempting to loosen his hold.

"Don't move," his voice rough. Her body tensed.

He smiled, explaining, "I'm easily aroused."

She remained silent.

"Five more minutes," he requested.

She complied. Five minutes later, she reminded him, "Oscar…"

"You know what? I lied," he admitted frankly. She frowned. "I want another fifty minutes."

"What?" Before she could react, he renewed his advances. His desire reignited. His phone rang again outside the bathroom, unheard by them.

Emerging from the bathroom, Hannah felt utterly drained. She collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep. Before drifting off, she saw him retrieve his phone from the nightstand and step onto the balcony. She watched him talking, suspecting it was Lillian. She anticipated a sleepless night. She turned away and fell asleep.

He was actually speaking with Theodore.

"I know what you were doing, and how long you've been abstaining! And I know that call would annoy you. But why the hell didn't you call back? I almost came to your place!" Theodore snarled.

"What's up?" Oscar replied nonchalantly.

The first missed call was from Lillian, the second from Theodore, alerted by Lillian after she failed to reach Oscar. Oscar, understanding the situation, called Theodore back.

"Lillian's been calling. Said you didn't answer," Theodore complained, exasperated. He’d been with other women when Lillian called, interrupting his own activities. Lillian, though aware of the awkward timing, had sobbed that the baby wouldn't stop crying since Oscar left, hence her frantic calls.

Theodore felt sympathy for Lillian. But Oscar hadn't answered his calls either. He was about to go to Oscar's place when Oscar finally called.

"The baby's been crying for hours. Lillian didn't know what to do," Theodore explained.