My Drama King Husband (Yvaine and Silas) novel Chapter 58

Yvaine looked at Silas with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

Do all men naturally feel the need to boast about this kind of thing?

He could handle it?

He was twenty-seven, not seventeen.

Six times... he probably couldn't even pull that off when he was a teenager.

Yvaine nodded. "Alright then, let's use them all."

She fully expected reality to hit him hard.

Otherwise, he really might go on believing he was a limitless well of teenage stamina.

Silas's eyes lit up. He pulled her into his arms, gently pinching her cheek. "Feeling brave tonight, huh? When you can't take it anymore and start crying and begging me to stop, I won't listen."

Yvaine's face flushed crimson.

She desperately wanted to talk tough and swear she wouldn't shed a single tear or beg for mercy...

But past experience forced her to keep her mouth tightly shut.

Instead, she just looked at him with wide, innocent eyes.

That look alone was enough to send his self-control out the window. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss as his hands went to work on her pajamas.

She was wearing a standard, respectable silk pajama set—the kind you could wear around the house without causing a scandal.

Silas tried to unbutton the top with one hand.

It took him entirely too long just to undo the first two buttons.

He stopped, looking down at her. "Baby, I really preferred the lingerie you wore on our wedding night."

That sheer, seductive robe that only needed a light tug on the belt to fall open, revealing the dangerously sexy lingerie underneath...

He honestly thought that was her standard sleepwear. He assumed she wore things like that every night.

But so far, that had been a one-time event.

Yvaine's face burned hot.

She shot him a fierce, exasperated glare.

He actually had the nerve to bring that up?

That lingerie set was a 'battle outfit' gifted by her best friend, and after just one night... it had suffered severe casualties.

The robe was stained, and the actual pieces had been torn to shreds.

Silas also seemed to recall the tragic fate of that lingerie set, and a low chuckle escaped his lips.

"Baby, that was my fault. I tore your clothes, and I should compensate you for it. For every set I ruined, I'll buy you ten. I'll get you ten sets tomorrow."

"That won't be necessary," Yvaine said quickly.

It was glaringly obvious what he was really plotting.

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