Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 982

At night, the sky had been swept clean of clouds and the stars were blazing in the moonless night... The two bodies lay naked, closely interwoven on the bed, vaguely visible to each other under the dim lamplight. The room was damp with sweat and heavy breathing. A noise escaped Ximena's lips, a deep moan—like air rushing out of her mouth. She couldn't believe that she was letting this happen. More importantly, she wasn't stopping it. He did not stop until she cried out and he felt himself come in long, trembling runs.

Her body quivered in cacophonous convulsions, great guttural exaltation. She was filled with a flooding sensation as Aaron pulled her head to his and sucked the taste from her tongue. His chest heaved and they tore apart for air. "Ximena, I'm sorry..."

Her eyes were closed... They lay exhausted, side by side, gasping and panting to catch their breath. Aaron thought of a hundred reasons why she didn't respond to his words.

Aaron turned to look at Ximena and smiled, running his warm hand down her body. In the room that was twilight and shadowy, Aaron leant close enough for her to breathe in his scent. He pecked her on the lips and said, "You can't take it anymore... can you?"

Ximena lazily fluttered her eyes open and saw him watching her with his deeps eyes. She raised one of her eyebrows and with a taunting smile, she said, "Your Highness! What can I say?

Your resilience and combat prowess have indeed have doubled satisfactorily with the help of performance-enhancing medicines!"

All in a moment, Aaron's face darkened with a mirthless glare as though there had been no jocularity to begin with. In response to her blunt condescension, he said, "You mean… I couldn't satisfy you before?"

There was nothing in the world a man hated more than being insulted for his sexual prowess, or lack thereof!

Ximena could tell how angry he was, so instead of adding fuel to the fire, she smiled at him innocently, "Hey! I didn't say that... Your words, not mine."

To him, she was more beautiful than the winter sun above pristine snow; warmer than spring sunshine on soft new grass; more mesmerizing than the fall leaves. He found himself gravitating towards this extraordinarily tantalizing enchantress that caught his attention. Aaron raised his eyebrows and said, "You are starting to seduce me! Don't blame me for what I will do later!"

"But I'm so tired," Ximena muttered, her muscles tense from the exertion and body still exhausted.

Looking at her heavy eyelids, the rhythmic noise of her slow breathing and no matter how much he wanted to her, he couldn't bring himself to take the peace away from her. In a smooth motion, he picked her up in his arms, and carried her the short distance to the bathroom.

Laying her down in the bathtub, Aaron found that she could barely keep her eyes open and her muffled, incoherent fragments of distorted protests weren't worth deciphering. She fell into deep sleep before he could even run a bath for her.

Aaron turned the dial, old and metallic, releasing thousands of lukewarm drops, trickling over their bodies. With a soapy cloth he washed her, affectionately looking at her with a sense of satisfaction on his face. She was so beautiful as she slept, and her steady breaths were more than enough to make him fall in love with her all over again.