Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 430

Chapter 430 Her Consciousness Slips Away

Chapter 430 Her Consciousness Slips Away

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Isabelle, still drowsy, gazed back at him. They chatted idly about nothing in particular.

“If you don’t want to sleep, we could do something else more interesting.” Damian suggested. his hands massaging her legs.

She wore a loose-fitting dress. His hands could easily slip beneath the hem.

The living room lights were bright, the glare making her eyes hazy.

Damian leaned down, his hand moving slowly upward from her knee.

His lips met the corner of her mouth, sparking a slow burn. Maybe it was because they’d waited so long, but just kissing her sent a thrill through him.

Sweat dampened her hair, sticking to her cheeks. Her thin dress grew damp with perspiration, making her feel like she was sinking into water.

Damian didn’t push too far. He focused carefully on pleasing her, not neglecting himself either. His demanding, possessive kiss never let up.

It had been over three months.

“We could probably try…” Isabelle’s eyes fluttered open, glistening with moisture. Soft whimpers escaped her lips.

“This is good, too.” He didn’t want to risk anything. He was still worried.

Isabelle stroked his cheek. His shirt, she realized was already unbuttoned and pushed down his arms, revealing the fading scars on his back.

His fingers applied more pressure, his thumb circling gently. Isabelle’s toes curled, and her knees pressed together.

He didn’t stop. If anything, he grew more intent

Summer nights were always stifling. Even with the air conditioning on, a thick, warm haze seemed to wrap around them.

The spacious villa echoed with their shared breaths.

Isabelle felt self-conscious. There were plenty of staff in the estate. She was afraid someone might walk in.

“That’s enough.” Isabelle tried to stop him, not realizing her own voice had changed.

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It had become soft, tender, dripping with sweetness.

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Damian lifted his lips from her collarbone, looking down at Isabelle beneath him, his own desire still evident.

“Ready?” he asked.

Isabelle’s face flushed deeper.

She just wanted to go to the bedroom.

“Are you in any pain?” he asked again.

“No. I’m okay.”

“Did that feel good?” Damian withdrew his hand.

Isabelle fell silent.

“Should we go upstairs?” Damian asked again.

Isabelle kept silent.

But he just said this was good enough?

Damian slowly stood up, adjusted his pants, then carefully helped Isabelle sit lifting her into his arms and carrying her upstairs.

up

before

She was used to his forcefulness, his strength. This sudden gentleness felt unfamiliar.

Isabelle preferred the dark. The only light in the room came from the moon through the window.

Damian was careful, as if handling the world’s most fragile treasure, afraid to let it touch the ordinary world.

His movements matched his gaze-exquisitely tender.

“Is this okay?” His deep voice was patient in her ear, alongside his heavy, controlled breathing.

“Yes.” Her hands rested on his back, palms feeling the rhythm of his movement-slow yet powerful. gentle yet firm.

It had never been like this before-so calm, so deliberately restrained.

“Tell me if it hurts.” He kissed her lips, nibbling gently.

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“Mmm… Isabelle murmured.

It didn’t hurt.

She bit her own lip. Her eyelashes fluttered wildly.

Isabelle wanted it to end quickly, but she didn’t want it to end at all. The sensation was overwhelming, and for a moment, she felt her consciousness slip away.

“What’s wrong?” Damian stopped, reaching up to brush the hair from her cheek and tuck it behind her ear.

Her face was burning, “Your leg

“It’s fine” He slowly lay down, turning her onto her side, wrapping himself around her from behind, and kissing the nape of her neck.

The next morning, Isabelle slept until eleven. If not for her growling stomach, she wouldn’t have gotten up at all.

Even though she didn’t do any of the work, she felt completely drained.

habelle opened her eyes slowly. On the nightstand was a bouquet of pure white tulips, their faint fragrance filling the room.

She sat up and leaned closer.

The tulips still held the morning dew. They must have been picked recently.

She looked around the room. Damian was gone.

Isabelle got up, washed up, and went downstairs

Tulips decorated the living room and dining area.

The air felt especially fresh today.

Mr. Crow’ Sinie walked over with a smile. “Me Cross said he won’t be back until tonight.”

“Okey” Isabelle sat down at the dining table.

Mr. Crows was up very early. The tulips in the back garden are in full bloom. He had some sent to your studio, too. You’ll see them when you go in.” Susie placed a bowl of chicken soup 6 front of her, warning her it was hot. “The picked all the flowers himself.”

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