Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 905

By the time everyone finished eating, chatting, and having fun, it was already past midnight. The drivers then sent everyone home.

This time, Yennifer stayed with Greta at Alderbrook in Cedonia. She didn't return to her old home, probably to avoid stirring up old memories.

Emelie and William, however, stayed at the old house.

As soon as William walked through the door, he scooped Emelie up in his arms. Instinctively, Emelie wrapped her arms around his neck and looked down at him in confusion. "What are you doing?"

Without saying a word, William tilted his head up and kissed her. Emelie didn't resist. She let him kiss her as he carried her upstairs into the bedroom and the bathroom.

He placed her on the bathroom counter and began kissing and lightly nibbling her neck. Emelie squinted her eyes slightly.

Since she hadn't gone to work that day, her outfit was more casual.

She wore a champagne-colored satin suit that shimmered slightly, which perfectly complemented her skin tone. The notched lapel jacket was vintage and elegant, and the A-line skirt was a mix of a front skirt and back pants.

Though four months pregnant, her belly was only slightly noticeable, so her clothing hadn't changed much.

Underneath, she wore a sleeveless, rhinestone-embellished tank top. The rounded neckline exposed her fair neck, now marked with several of William's kisses, and her jacket had slipped off her shoulders.

Unable to help herself, Emelie hooked one leg around him. The warmth of his breath made her skin tingle, and she couldn't help but giggle. Grabbing his hair, she asked in a rare, soft voice, "What are you doing? Do you want it?"

William looked up. His eyes were slightly flushed with desire. His voice was huskier than usual. "I just want to kiss you all over."

It was a request she couldn't refuse.

Emelie tugged on his hair and, with a casual flick of her wrist, removed her pearl bracelet and watch, setting them aside to keep them from getting wet. This gesture was her way of giving in to his sudden desire.

William smiled, tossed their clothes into the laundry basket, and, while unfastening her back clasp, carried her into the shower.

Though they were past the first trimester and hadn't been intimate in a long time, William focused entirely on her that night.

He used his lips and hands, familiar enough with her to know exactly how to make her happy.

The sound of running water filled the air.

Since they were the only ones in the house, the occasional moans didn't matter. However, Emelie was reserved by nature, and no matter how much he coaxed, she rarely let herself go.

The most she'd do was, at the peak of her pleasure, let out a soft sound, like a stray cat running across the old rooftop.

The rest of the time, she'd bite her lip and hold back while clutching William's shoulders or hair in restraint.

After the first time, William carried her out of the shower. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin warm and soft as she leaned weakly against him.

William found her irresistible. He set her down on the tatami mat by the window, where she loved to sit. Emelie didn't quite understand but was soon kissed a second time.

…

He couldn't get enough of kissing her.

Though it was her being taken care of, it still took a toll on her stamina. After the second round, all Emelie could do was gasp for breath.

William wiped her clean with a wet towel and carried her back to bed.

Emelie lay half-sitting against the pillows. Her face was still flushed, and her body was still burning as if her blood was boiling.

William helped her into her nightgown. The fabric was soft and silky against her skin. After dressing her, he kissed the butterfly-shaped neckline.

Emelie flinched slightly as her eyes lowered to look at the lower part of his body. She murmured, "What about you?"

"Are you offering to help me?" William asked while taking her hand and kissing the back of it and her fingers.

Emelie thought about it and felt it wouldn't be impossible. She started to sit up.

William chuckled softly. He couldn't bear to see her exert herself when she was too exhausted to even keep her eyes open. After kissing her lips, he said, "You sleep. I'll take a shower."

Emelie blinked. Her heartbeat and breathing still hadn't fully settled, but William was already tucking her in. Soon after, she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning.

Emelie woke up naturally.

She opened her eyes and saw a pristine white ceiling.

At first, she was confused. Hmm? Where was the starry ceiling she installed last month?

Looking around again, she noticed that even the curtains weren't the ones from her house.

A flash of realization struck her, and she sat up to scan her surroundings. This place was completely unfamiliar. This wasn't the old house.