"I was worried you might push yourself too hard here and get hurt again. It hurts me, so you need to rest a bit," Yaelle explained.
Oh, so that was it. He wasn't thinking about anything else earlier, just wanted to help her wash up since she was too sore to walk. He planned to carry her after she finished, but now hearing her words, he looked at her and suddenly all those earlier moments came back to his mind.
Well, he really couldn't control himself. Just thinking about it made his whole body heat up. Staying here any longer might not be a good idea.
Maxim quickly looked away and left.
Yaelle chuckled softly. Looks like I still have you under control.
Actually, it didn't hurt much now. It was late, and Yaelle wanted to sleep. She washed up quickly and put on her clothes before going back to the room.
When she entered, the sheets and covers were all changed. Maxim was sitting by the bed, lost in thought, not noticing her coming in.
Yaelle walked over and waved her hand in front of him. "What are you thinking about? You look so distracted."
"Wife~" Maxim felt awkward and didn't know how to answer.
"Just call me Yaelle. 'Wife' sounds strange." She asked again, "What's wrong with you today? You don't seem happy. We are the closest people. Is there anything you can't say?"
"Yaelle~" Maxim bit his lip but still couldn't hold back. "Do I have a problem? Do you dislike me?"
Hearing this, Yaelle laughed. She had been worried something was wrong with him, but it turned out to be this. Seeing his nervous face, she found it cute.
She moved her legs a bit to make sure she felt no pain. Then she smiled and said, "If you don't know what's wrong, let's try again and find out." She gave in to stop him from worrying.
She climbed onto the bed, sitting firmly on him. Then she took off both their clothes completely. She pulled the quilt over them and gently pressed her red lips on his.
Before Maxim could speak, she kissed him, and he was quickly overwhelmed by strong pleasure, falling into it with her.
After another passionate moment, Maxim smiled with satisfaction. He felt he had clearly improved. Maybe there was still room to get better. He looked forward to next time.
Thinking about Yaelle's charming look during their intimate moment and her satisfied, alluring expression at the peak, his heart was filled with joy. His confidence fully returned.
But he couldn't think any further. If he did, his body would not listen. He took a deep breath to calm down.
He quietly looked at his wife's sleeping face, full of happiness and contentment. At this moment, he felt complete.
He got up gently and went to the bathroom, finding a basin full of hot water. Then he carefully took a towel, wet it, and softly wiped Yaelle's body, cleaning the marks of their love.
After finishing, he lay back on the bed, holding her tightly, and they fell asleep together peacefully.
The next morning, Yaelle woke up feeling short of breath. As soon as she was awake, she felt Maxim's hand wandering over her body, and her lips were sealed by him. No wonder she couldn't breathe properly.
She opened her eyes and saw it was still dark outside. Was he not sleepy at all? Disturbing her sleep like this, did he not care about thunder or lightning?
By now, the dragon and phoenix candles in the room had burned down halfway, leaving only a small flicker shaking in the night.
She pressed down his restless hand to stop him, then realized she was completely naked. Damn, she had been too tired and fell asleep without a care yesterday. If she had known, she would have made him work harder.
Look at him now, full of energy. After feeling herself, she was still clean. At least he was thoughtful enough to clean himself before sleeping.
She thought about kicking him off the bed. Maxim was uncomfortable too. He did not want to disturb his wife, but he had overestimated his self-control and underestimated her charm.
Waking up to find someone in his arms was strange at first. It made him instantly alert. Then his body started protesting.
Because he did not want to disturb her sleep last night, he only wiped himself quickly. The person in his arms was naked. Even though she did nothing, thinking about last night stirred his heart.
His hand moved toward her without control, which caused the scene just now.
"Yaelle, my wife, I'm uncomfortable," Maxim said in a drawn-out voice. When she pressed his hand down, he didn't dare force her and could only beg for her pity.
Yaelle hated it when he dragged his voice calling her like that. She softened and loosened her hand. He immediately took the chance, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of a woman's soft moans and a man's deep breaths.
At midday, Yaelle slowly woke up. She touched the space beside her. It was already cold. He must have gotten up early.
She sat up, feeling soreness all over, much like after climbing a mountain. This guy became reckless once he gained confidence. She only brought trouble on herself.
She wished she had let him feel down for a few more days. What a loss. Men's words in bed can't be trusted.
Promises of it being the last time or going slowly are always lies. A man just starting to open his appetite is truly dangerous.
Maxim greeted Michael. It felt strange. He used to call him Xiaocheng. Now he had to say "big brother," which felt unnatural.
Still, this big brother role was played well. He almost protected Yaelle from every trouble. After chatting a while, they parted when she was about to wake up.
Actually, the chat was mainly Michael telling him about Yaelle's situation. Maxim listened carefully. He went to the kitchen to get some food she liked.
When he came back to the room, he saw her sitting up holding the blanket. He quickly put down the tray and went to help, only to get a big eye roll.
But she didn't know that this kind of morning look—soft and charming—had no harm. It was strangely attractive. Maxim felt itchy inside but didn't dare show it.
He knew he overdid it yesterday and made her suffer. He silently helped her dress, fetched water for washing, and served her breakfast. At last, he calmed down his little queen.