Boomerang Love

Since he couldn't find an opportunity to apologize, he would just sleep with her.

As a married couple, nothing couldn't be settled by sleeping together. If once didn't do the trick, twice would.

Brendan kissed her lips, eyes, cheeks, and ears.

He became gentler and gentler. He was passionate and delicate with her, as though she were a pearl he treasured and loved dearly.

If she'd never gone through something like that, she wouldn't have felt anything However, she had experienced Brendan's dominance and gentleness, as well as the indescribable pleasure he brought her.

As a result, when he kissed her ear, she shivered.

At this moment, Brendan bit her ear and whispered, "Naomi, you want it too."

Naomi said, "If you want to do it, just go for it. Why are you spewing so much nonsense?"

If he hadn't seduced her and touched her everywhere, would she have lost her ability to restrain herself?

Besides, he had been staring at her for the whole night. If he didn't release his pent-up sexual frustration tonight, he wouldn't go to sleep or let her sleep either.

When Naomi finished speaking. Brendan kissed her yet again..

He kissed her neck and chest, then moved downward.

Naomi gripped his shoulders. She felt a mix of complicated feelings. She held her breath as she called his name, "Brendan."

Brendan got up to kiss her lips. "I'm here."

In the next second, he thrust into her without hesitation.

Brendan clasped both her arms around his neck. When he pushed hard, her fingernails scratched red lines down his back.

Outside, the wind howled to the barrage of rain while thunder rumbled. It was as though Brendan was scared of losing to the storm's intensity.

He worked at her hard, trying to mesh their bodies together forever so they would never be apart.

Afterward, Naomi lay in bed half-dead, asking him to stop messing around. Looking at her flushed face and bedroom eyes, he kissed her for the last time and let her go.

Naomi was exhausted. As she dozed off with half-lidded eyes, Brendan suddenly got close to her face and caressed her hair. He said, "Naomi, get up and write something for me."

This was the first time Brendan had spoken to her so gently in the two years of their marriage.

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Strictly speaking, since that time, he'd never spoken to her like that.

Noomi peeled her eyes open and stared at him with knitted eyebrows. She complained, "Brendan, it's the middle of the night. Stop making a ruckus."

She had a bunch of things that needed handling the next day. She was already a saint to have done it with him for so long.

Seeing that Noomi had opened her eyes, Brendan sald, "It won't waste more than a few minutes of your time."

The thunder had stopped outside. However, the rain was still pelting down relentlessly. Naomi looked at Brendan furiously. Why had she let him off the hook just now?

Brendan wore a dark grey silk robe with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. Although she was looking at him in the middle of the night, he still looked handsome and refined. It wasn't a wonder so nany people liked him.

She had also been lured in by his g looks back then!

She stared at Brendan for a moment and asked, what do you want me to write?"

Brendan answered, “Write a that you won't contractual guarantee that you won't divance file for divorce once we have children, like you did last time." NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Otherwise, if he got treated like her sperm bank, he would be extremely embarrassed.

When Brendan said what he wanted her to write, Naomi ni looked at him as though he were an idiot. She then turned away from him.

Did he think she was dumb, or was he too naive?

How could she write a guarantee so casually? He'd never seen her as an equal. If she wrote guarantee for him, she'd never be able to hold her head up in front of him. She'd be trapped in his clutches for life.