Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 101

Burning inside, Clara couldn't tell Horace's words. She moaned and whispered, "Help… help me."

Horace's eyes looked darker. He swallowed and then pinned down the horny woman on the bed.

He kissed her lips, tasting her suffering.

Soon, Horace felt the fire inside of Clara spread over to him.

Yet he didn't rush.

It was the first time he and Clara had made love.

He didn't want to do it under the condition that Clara was drugged.

But to this point, he could no longer hold on.

He had been wanting her for a long time.

He knew that Clara could still feel and remember him even though she was drugged. He wanted to give her the best experience.

At the thought of this, he became gentler. He whispered beside Clara's ear, "Baby, are you scared?"

At the touch of the weight and the heat, Clara couldn't help but think of two years ago.

The nightmare of being raped was still haunting her.

She curled up her body out of fear.

Horace seemed to have felt her fear and resistance, yet he didn't retreat and endure. He grabbed her wrist, lifted them above her head, and once again murmured beside her ears, his breath hitting into his ear as he said in a deep and horsed voice, "Don't be. I knew you have a traumatized memory. I'm bringing you the closure."

Horace's words seemed to be magic. Clara's mind went empty. Her tense body relaxed.

The drug had made her miserable yet her last intuition reminded her of what was going to happen.

It was Horace. So, maybe it would do.

Horace noticed that Clara had relaxed. He smiled and completely let go of his restraint. He took the girl under his body.

It was a long, sleepless night.

Clara had no idea how long had passed, yet she was no longer nervous and scared. She became active.

The last time she had sex was the nightmare that happened two years ago.

She finally had the closure. From now on, she could enjoy the beauty of sex like everyone else.

After quite a while, her fever was gone. She fell asleep in exhaustion.

The next morning, Clara was wakened up by the coldness.

Horace turned the air-conditioner to the lowest temperature.

Waking up in shiver, Clara saw Horace lying beside her. His handsome sleeping face looked like a masterpiece under the sunshine casting in through the window.

She couldn't move her eyes from him.

After a while, Horace said in a low voice, "Are you done watching?"

Only then did Clara realize that Horace had woken up long ago. She turned around, shy.

Yet before she moved, Horace grabbed her shoulder and pull her into his arms.