Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 223

Physical intimacy was a pretty strange act. I did not like the feeling at the beginning, but as things progressed I grew to like it. However, it gradually made me uncomfortable again. Yet, Christopher was still angry at me. He kept on biting my sensitive skin, demanding me to admit my mistake.

In the end, I could not bear it anymore. I burst into tears, but my wailing did nothing to quell the beast within him. Instead, it somehow spiced up our little sport. It did not stop him from pursuing his own release.

Right then, I came to a complete understanding of Christopher’s terrifying physical prowess. I was exhausted from all the action, having lost every bit of strength that the only thing I could do was breathe. Sleep overtook me eventually.

In a daze, I felt a hand stroking my face, and then my back. It offered a cooling touch. Christopher must be changing my bandages. When he began massaging my ankle, I finally managed to open my tired eyes.

“You’re awake?” The man leaned over to check on me, his face sullen. I noticed his hair was wet.

Deep down, I was still mad at him, so I yelled, “Just so you can continue!”

“Do you have to be like this?” Christopher’s face darkened.

“That’s the way I am. Do you have a problem with it?” I turned my head away because I did not want to look at him.

“I swear, one of these days I’ll break that attitude of yours!” Christopher let out a low growl as he lifted the covers and got on top of me again. I tried to struggle, but it had little effect on him. To a strong man like him, it was nothing more than a tickle or an itch.

With no way out, I looked up at the ceiling and bit my lips. Occasionally, when it got too painful, I let out a whimper. It turned out that exhaustion could offset every single shred of joy, just like what I was experiencing then. Christopher and I had merged into one, but all I wanted to do was close my eyes and get a good night’s sleep.

In ancient times, this would be considered a kind of torture. They would keep the prisoner awake, prevent them from falling sleeping. Even if they wanted to, they would be woken. It was a form of mental torture. Christopher was definitely a jack-of-all-trades. Sometime later, I fainted again.