30 Days Till I Divorce My Husband novel Chapter 316

Erik asked with a hint of curiosity, "Really?"

Bryce, ever so serious, nodded. "Really."

As he said this, he earnestly smoothed her hair with a look of deep focus.

Erik found herself silently observing Bryce, recalling the anger he had shown just moments ago. Suddenly, her heartbeat quickened, and she found it impossible to look away from his face.

Lost in thought and gazing at him, she remembered their last intimate encounter. They were both sober then, Bryce seemed a bit impatient, and they were both still figuring things out.

After staring at Bryce for what seemed like an eternity, she watched as he finally removed his hand from her head. Erik asked, "Bryce, do you think I'm beautiful?"

He had called her beautiful in the car earlier, and she had been too shy to respond.

Hearing her question, Bryce seriously replied, "Beautiful."

Erik leaned forward impulsively and kissed Bryce on the lips.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't so much a kiss as it was her lips crashing against his.

Taking the initiative, Erik kissed Bryce, who was initially stunned. As soon as he realized what was happening, he responded passionately, taking her kiss as an invitation to explore further, claiming her mouth with his, indulging in the moment.

Bryce's kisses were gentle and soft, with a hint of sweetness, and Erik didn't resist.

When Bryce deepened the kiss, Erik didn't pull away; instead, she did her best to match his rhythm, noticing that he had improved since their last kiss, making this time even more enjoyable.

After a passionate exchange, Bryce held Erik's face in his hands, their eyes locked. Erik bit her lip, and Bryce leaned in for another kiss.

This time, his lips didn’t just linger on hers; he kissed her cheek, her neck, her ears.

When he gently nibbled on Erik's ear, she shivered, feeling goosebumps all over, her body suddenly weak with a strange, new sensation.

Holding her slender waist with his right hand, Bryce slowly pushed up her shirt, asking with a burning look in his eyes, "Babe, can I do anything?"

With Erik's breath held tight, she whispered, "Yes."

With her consent, Bryce gently lifted Erik and carried her to the bedroom.

He gently placed Erik on the bed. She wanted to turn off the lights, but Bryce said, "Babe, I don’t want to turn off the lights. I want you to remember, I'm the one with you."

Erik blushed.

Holding Erik in his arms, Bryce kissed her tenderly, slowly removing her clothes, kissing her neck, her collarbone, and the softness of her chest.

Although Erik often acted tough, her figure was irresistible to Bryce, making it hard for him to keep his hands off her.

Clutching the bed sheets tightly, Erik could tell Bryce had become more skilled, not just strong, but also tender.

What Bryce didn’t tell her was that after their last time together, he had taken the time to learn more, not wanting to hurt her and hoping to make her feel comfortable as well.

"Bryce, we shouldn’t." Erik stopped him, uncomfortable with proceeding in such a manner.

Bryce held her hands, reassuringly, "It’s okay, everyone does it. It will feel good."

"Bryce, Bryce…" Erik called out as he surged forward, her voice louder than before, freely expressing her emotions.

As they found their rhythm, Bryce would suggest how to move, and Erik would follow, open to any position he suggested.

After more than three hours, an exhausted Erik said, "Bryce, aren’t you done yet? My legs are so weak, and I'm starting to hurt."

She had been in pain earlier but didn't want to dampen Bryce's spirits, also noting that it hadn’t taken this long before.

With a husky voice, Bryce responded, "Just a bit longer."

He then launched into another fierce sprint, continuing until they both found release. Only then did Bryce relax, careful not to press too heavily on her.

Listening to each other's heavy breathing, Erik felt her heart might leap out of her chest. The night had been an extraordinary experience, making her understand why some claimed their partners were exceptional lovers.

After resting for a while, Erik turned to Bryce, still inside her, and reminded, "Bryce, you're still here."

Bryce kissed her cheek, "Babe, you’re so… I don't want to leave."

Erik's cheeks blushed a crimson hue again, and he decisively turned his back to avoid any more eye contact, ignoring him entirely.

"Let him be!" he thought to himself, resigned.

Seeing Erik's flushed face, Bryce decided not to press further. However, he couldn't resist teasing him a bit more. Erik, lips bitten in a futile attempt to hide his reaction, didn't push him away. After a moment that seemed to stretch between them, filled with a tension that was almost tangible, Erik ended up biting down on Bryce's arm in a mix of frustration and something else.

Bryce couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected bite, quickly turning to envelop Erik into a warm embrace. "Time to hit the hay," he said with a smile, steering them both towards a night of rest.