His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 135

The heater had been turned on, but Tessa felt her entire body begging to grow unbearably hot.

Stephen pinned her to the couch and traced his hot lips all over her neck. His voice was dipped low, hoarse from want as he asked, "Tess, I want to stay the night with you. Can I?"

Tessa felt like she was cocooned by his body heat. Her face was beet red and she blubbered, "Y-You can…"

His lips curved up into a smile, the desire in his eyes intensifying. He didn't speak again, focusing all his attention on showering Tessa with endless kisses.

Tessa felt dizzy from his affection. She loved being intimate with Stephen.

Too many things happened recently, resulting in them not having the time to enjoy each other in ages. Both Stephen and Tessa couldn't hold back their desires any longer. A spark was all it took to set the fire ablaze.

Outside the window, the snow continued to fall quietly. The inner side of the window fogged up from their intense lovemaking. Tessa was drunk on the happiness and satisfaction welling up in her heart.

After all was said and done, Tessa could feel how sore her body was all over. She was so tired, her strength fleeing from her.

"Thank you, Stephen."

Stephen carried Tessa and walked over to the bathroom. "What are you thanking me for?"

Tessa was cradled in Stephen's arms. The haze of desire had not fully receded from her eyes. Her face was also still a sultry red. "Thank you for helping Anne find a suitable bone marrow. You gave her another chance at life. Thank you for giving hope to the siblings."

"That's it?"

Stephen lowered his gaze. Tessa could see the affection in his eyes.

She nibbled on her bottom lip. "Thank you also for always being by my side. For giving me love that belongs only to me. For allowing me to experience what love should be like."

Tessa had bared her deepest thoughts to Stephen. She also wanted to fan the flames of their passion even more. "Did you know, Stephen? You're very different from Zachary."

Stephen didn't get angry when she mentioned Zachary's name. Instead, he asked coolly, "How are we different?"

As they chatted, he carried Tessa into the bathroom. The heater had also been turned on in the bathroom, so the porcelain bathtub wasn't cold to the touch even though it was winter. He gently placed Tessa into the tub and ran some water for her.

Tessa lounged lazily against the side of the tub. "To put it more accurately, you and Zachary are different in my heart. Although I dated Zachary in the past, I never felt possessive toward him and I didn't like being intimate with him. But you're different, Stephen. I feel strongly possessive over you. I want to hide you away from the world and have you all for myself."

Tessa almost wanted to admit how upset she had been when she found out that Susan had been chasing after Stephen like a madwoman for 10 years. However, after recalling how Susan had passed away, Tessa decided there was no reason to bring it up again.

After he was done filling the tub with water, he stepped into it as well. He grabbed a towel and rinsed it before gently wiping down Tessa's smooth body.

He was pleased after hearing her confession. His eyes sparkled as he asked, "Strongly possessive, you say? How strong are we talking about?"

"Didn't I already say… I want to hide you away and keep you for myself?" Tessa muttered.

Stephen hummed his reply. He lowered his eyes, hiding them from Tessa's line of sight. But she could tell how he was feeling from the upward curve of his lips.

"Tess," Stephen called out her name with feeling.

"Hmm? What is it?"

"Do you love me?"

When he reached the door, he looked through the peephole. He frowned upon seeing Zachary outside the door. He almost forgot that he was staying next to Tessa now.

Things were about to get interesting. Stephen opened the door and came face to face with Zachary. The moment their eyes locked onto each other, a vein pulsed on Zachary's forehead. His jaw was set in a hard line as his anger exploded. "Stephen, what the fuck are you doing here?"

Stephen had just finished bathing. He didn't have any spare clothes in Tessa's apartment, so he only had a towel wrapped around his waist. The love bites on his collarbone were on full display.

Zachary had gotten an eyeful of the marks against his will. He sucked in a deep breath. His face was pale and turbulent storms were swirling in his eyes.

"I should be asking you that question," Stephen queried with a chuckle. "I'm Tessa's boyfriend. It's perfectly normal for me to stay over at her place. With what role are you questioning my presence here?"

"Stephen Jacobson!" Zachary bellowed furiously.

He gave up on trying to keep his emotions in check. He swung a fist at Stephen as a colorful string of curses exploded from his lips, but Stephen was faster.

The moment he noticed Zachary's fist coming at him, he shifted his head to the side and dodged Zachary's powerful punch. Stephen's expression darkened as he launched his counterattack.

"What have you done to Tessy?"

Zachary clenched his fist, the veins on the back of his hand popping up from the amount of strength he was exerting.

"We're a couple. What else would we be doing?" Stephen replied with a smirk.

His words were the straw that broke the camel's back. Zachary's chest tightened as he felt his blood thickening, clogging up his veins. He thought that his head was going to split in two from the pain.