Chapter 261: Chapter 261: Sinking into His Embrace
"Harry Hunter, no way!"
"Mm."
Harry Hunter responded lowly, but his hands showed no sign of stopping.
"Harry Hunter!"
"Mm."
"You’re still hurt, don’t mess around!"
"It’s just a small injury, it doesn’t affect our intimacy."
"The doctor said we can’t!"
"Can’t trust quack doctors."
Isabella Weaver didn’t know whether to be angry or to laugh. Her brain short-circuited, and she bit Harry Hunter’s neck in frustration.
The skin on the neck was thin and sensitive, and Harry Hunter let out a low hum, the blood flow in his body quickening.
He picked Isabella Weaver up straightaway and strode towards the bedroom.
Isabella Weaver was shocked: "Your injury, you can’t carry me!"
She struggled to get down, and since Harry Hunter’s shoulder was indeed badly hurt, he let go of her to walk on her own.
As Isabella Weaver walked into the bedroom, she suddenly realized something wasn’t right. Wasn’t she walking right into a trap!
She turned to leave, but Harry Hunter closed the door ahead of her.
The light outside was instantly shut out, leaving the bedroom in dimness, the atmosphere particularly ambiguous.
Harry Hunter embraced Isabella Weaver in the dark, pulling off her loungewear amid her screams and pressing down on her.
Isabella Weaver only felt hotter and hotter, her skin already covered with Harry Hunter’s kisses.
She quivered under the kisses, sank into them, and then awoke from the sinking.
"Harry Hunter, didn’t you say you’d wait until my hand was better before..."
She cried and complained, biting him hard.
But all she got in her mouth was bandage cloth, and remembering he was still injured, she felt sympathy and couldn’t bear to bite.
Harry Hunter pinned her down, speaking in a voice that was unlike his usual, tinged with a deep sexiness and desire: "I’m just kissing you, Isabella. We haven’t done anything else. Don’t move, let me hold you a little longer."
He hadn’t taken off any clothes, today was just a little tasting, but the little girl cried.
His kisses fell on her chest, his hot palm lifted her hips towards him, gentle and indulgent: "Did it hurt you?"
Isabella Weaver accused him with a coquettish pout: "Yes! It hurt a lot! You’re too much!"
"So fragile."
Harry Hunter kissed her lovingly: "Just kissing you a bit, how did that hurt?"
"You bit me, kept biting!"
"Didn’t you bite me too?"
"I didn’t even want to bite hard..."
The rest of her words were swallowed up by Harry Hunter’s kiss.
After a long and passionate kiss ended, Harry Hunter’s breath was unsteady. He held her in his arms and asked: "Didn’t like it?"
"Mm!"
"Uncomfortable?"
"Mm!"
"Little liar, you were just asking for a kiss actively."
...
The spring days were charming, like a shy and beautiful young girl. After a light spring rain, signs of life flourished everywhere.
Isabella Weaver fell asleep in Harry Hunter’s warm embrace and woke up in his warm embrace, waking up to his kisses and lingering fingers.
Maybe the morning made her extra sensitive, each of his fingers could stir her senses, and soon he had her melting.
Harry Hunter held his trembling little wife, his voice low: "Good morning, madam."
Isabella Weaver had not yet recovered from her body’s pleasure and didn’t respond to him, only kissed his chin in reply.
Harry Hunter was quite satisfied, got out of bed, washed, changed clothes, and went to the living room on the first floor.
Breakfast was nearly ready, Aunt Hart was finishing the last touches, and Aunt Spring was diligently cleaning, making the floor in the living room shine.
A moment later, Isabella Weaver came downstairs dressed.
Harry Hunter naturally wrapped his arm around her waist, his voice low: "Have some porridge, and then go back to sleep for a nap."
"Am I a pig? Eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating all day?"
"If you’re a pig, you’re the most beautiful pig."
Isabella Weaver couldn’t help but laugh: "You’re the pig!"