His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 357

Marilla heard the heavy footfalls behind her, yet she dared not turn around. Instead, she hugged her slender, soft shoulders, shivering like a frightened little rabbit.

It only made Jareth appear more tall and strong, like a big bad wolf ready to pounce.

"Marilla." His voice was strained, the corners of his eyes reddening.

He slowly lifted his trembling hand, longing to touch the girl's silky skin. Just then, Marilla quietly said, "I've just showered, and I need to apply some body lotion. I've done everywhere except my back. Otherwise, I would have been ready for bed, waiting for you."

Jareth listened to her, his cheeks flushing, his fingertips tingling. All his senses seemed to be shutting down.

He had seen many women in his life, some completely naked and flirtatious, others throwing themselves at him. But none of them ever made his heart pound like this, leaving him at a loss.

"Jareth, will you help me with the lotion?" Marilla's thin shoulders shivered as she asked quietly.

"Marilla, may I?"

May I?

His breath was heavy, filled with longing. Marilla bit her lower lip, slowly lowering her arms that were guarding her body, and nodded.

Jareth's heart pounded as he reached for the body lotion. He squeezed some onto his palm and carefully began to spread it on the girl’s porcelain-like skin with his large blue vein-covered hand.

“I won't do anything, I won't do anything.”

This was his ultimate test.

His fingertips trembled as he repeated the mantra in his head, suppressing his burning desire. But when he touched Marilla, all his restraint melted away. He abruptly pulled the soft and white body into his arms, his eyes glowing with desire.

"Jareth." Marilla's call was barely a whisper, her cheeks flushed like she was slightly drunk.

"Don't say my name." The man’s voice was raspy, causing her heart to race.

"Jareth."

"Say my name again, and I don't know what I'll do, Marilla."

"Jareth."

The next moment, Marilla found herself lifted off the ground.

Jareth's strong hands gripped her waist. He placed her on the polished edge of the bathtub where a towel was conveniently placed. Her butt happened to be put on it.

Marilla became crimson, her lips quivering in an enticing manner.

The man’s rough hands left red marks on her waist, which spread further, staining her trembling body with a seductive hue.

"Uh."

Marilla struggled to find her balance, her hands gripping Jareth's toned waist, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Jareth's mind went blank. Leaning forward, he kissed her trembling lips passionately without control.

He hadn’t done it for quite long. His kiss was fierce, almost as if he was gnawing, tearing at her. Marilla's body was wrapped in his warm masculinity, her lips and tongue aching from his kiss. But in that pain, she felt a thrill that made her body tingle all over, as if she was melting under him.

"Marilla, if you accept me, bite me."

Jareth’s lips left hers, his eyes filled with longing, his warm breath teasing her nose.

The mist in the bathroom dissipated, Right now, the man was sweating all over. Despite only kissing, he felt as if they had just made passionate love.

"If you don't want to, I won't."

Before Jareth could finish his sentence, Marilla bit his lip, returning his kiss clumsily but gently.

He was filled with ecstasy. She hadn't said a word, but he heard her answer from her blushing ears, the love in her eyes, and her rapidly increasing breaths.

That night, they made love, from the bathroom to the living room and in the end, they did it again on the bed.

Marilla's delicate and tender skin drove him crazy.

He had never felt this satisfied before, both physically and emotionally.

Marilla's slender waist was sore and painful, and she fell asleep on his chest, panting and begging for mercy.

Jareth, like a lion who had been fed, lazily squinted at his woman in his arms.

His right arm held her close, his palm gently patting her to sleep.

His other hand carefully lifted the sheets.

On the white but messy bedsheet, a red flower bloomed vividly.

Jareth couldn't help but smile, his eyes filled with love and desire. He kissed her deeply yet again.

"Uh, it tickles." Marilla was in a deep sleep, not waking up even when he titillated her.

"Marilla, you're mine now."

Jareth's chin rested in her hair, his fingertips caressing her smooth arm. He whispered in her ear, "Don't worry. Those difficult days are over. I will love you for the rest of my life, Mrs. Fairhaven."

Thaddeus' slap rang in Elspeth's ears, even loosening one of her teeth.

How much hatred must he have to hit her so hard!

Glynnis hastily accompanied Elspeth to the hospital. Elspeth covered her ear and cursed all the way, venting her anger at Evadne and Thaddeus. The more she cursed, the angrier she got, and the more her ear and face hurt.

The driver was dumbfounded, frequently glancing in the rearview mirror.

Who could believe that the usually elegant and dignified Mrs. Abernathy could be so vulgar and shrewish?

"What are you looking at?!"

Glynnis caught the driver peeking and immediately snapped, "I warn you, drive your car and zip your lip! If any word about this gets out, your family won't be able to live in Elmsworth!"