Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 685

At this moment, Tarquin's heart was overflowing with emotions, but his kiss was extraordinarily gentle.

So gentle, it was almost cautious!

It was like how a kid savors their favorite slice of apple pie, wanting to devour it all at once yet not wanting the moment to end, savoring it bite by bite.

Or like a collector admiring a rare and precious artifact, movements filled with tenderness, as if afraid that even a slight pressure would cause damage.

Elysia's eyes were closed, her eyelashes fluttering gently.

Tarquin's kisses were usually straightforward, but today's unexpected gentleness, reminiscent of a first kiss, was all the more enticing, all the more heart-stirring.

It used to feel like he was kissing her with his body, but today, it felt like he was kissing her with his heart.

Elysia, nervous, clutched at the sides of Tarquin's shirt, letting him kiss her.

In the bedroom, the air was charged with an unsteady excitement, the temperature gradually rising, becoming hotter and hotter.

Their breathing became rapid, bodies intertwined, souls entangled, passion seeping into their bones.

Desire blazed within Tarquin, his body burning up, his lower abdomen uncomfortably tight, soon losing control.

His kisses became more assertive, his hands wandering restlessly over her body.

Through the thin layer of fabric, his hand moved from her waist down towards her thighs, lifting the hem of her shirt, his hand making its way inside.

His palm directly grasped Elysia's waist, the delightful sensation making Tarquin's heart race.

Elysia let out a soft moan almost making him surrender then and there!

His desire was palpable, eager, the kisses becoming wild, his hand starting to roam upwards.

The sounds of their heavy breathing and soft moans filled the room...

Suddenly, Elysia's eyes, which had been tightly shut, flew open, grabbing Tarquin's wrist with a flushed face, looking at him breathlessly,

"No, we can't."

Tarquin swallowed hard, wanting her yet not daring to force anything, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, the corners of his eyes reddening, "What's wrong?"

"I, I'm not ready, I..."