The kiss just now was far from enough to alleviate the side effects of Flynn-125. With her leaning in like that, it would only make the drugâs effects even more intense.
âEnna Clark, youâre the one who provoked me. I canât help it anymore!â Baron Lawrence grabbed her wrist and suddenly picked her up in a horizontal carry.
âAh.â Enna reflexively clung to his neck, letting out a surprised cry.
Baron Lawrence strode out of the bathroom with her in his arms, threw her onto the bed, and climbed on top of her.
He had been cautious about touching her because she was pregnant.
But not only did she barge into the bathroom, she even enticed him to kiss her. And after the kiss, she still dared to lean in!
He was a man, not a saint!
He had no self-control with her to begin with, let alone the side effects of this drug being more intense than he thought. He repeatedly asked her to leave, and she didnât. So she couldnât blame him.
âBaron, Baron Lawrence, what do you want to do?â
âWhat do you think?â At this time, this place, and in this situation, what could he do and wanted to do should have been obvious!
ââ¦Iâ¦noâ¦â
No?
When he told her to leave and not look, she also said no.
When he told her not to look, she insisted on looking.
Now after she had looked, she said no again.
The word no could only work once; it wouldnât work every time.
This time, she had it coming, and he really couldnât stand it anymore!
Baron Lawrence leaned close to her ear. Due to holding back his desires, his voice turned husky, âItâs too late to say no now. You caused this, and youâll have to deal with it.â
The smell of blood and medicine on his body mingled with a faint trace of mint, overpowering her senses.
And then came the rain-like kisses, falling down her neckâ¦
No, she hadnât reached three months yet.
Enna bit her lip tightly, subconsciously wanting to push him away.
However, her blurry gaze caught sight of the man covered in sweat, suppressing his desires, and trying to be gentle as he kissed her. Her movement stopped suddenly, and her pushing hand turned into a supporting one, resting on his chest.
âMmmâ¦â she let out a soft moan, arching her slender neck like a swan.
Sweat dripped from Baron Lawrenceâs temples, rolling down his contours and sizzling into the white bedsheet.
God knows how much he wanted her now.
He didnât want to wait another second, but he had to, he had to be gentler, and even gentler. He tried to control the side effects surging within him, but soon his patience ran out.
âMmm⦠ahâ¦â Enna moaned softly, clutching at the bedsheet beneath her, unable to think of anything else as she rode the waves of pleasure.
After an exhausting while, Baron Lawrence finally let her go.
He then helped her clean up before speaking in a hoarse voice, âIâm going to take a shower.â
Enna, too exhausted to move a finger, nevertheless managed to prop herself up and grab his hand, âNo, your wounds canât get wet again. If you donât go to the hospital, at least let me help you with the wounds, or Iâll tie you up and drag you there.â
âDo you think you can tie me up?â Her soft little hand gripped his arm, and the cool touch was just right to soothe the heat of his body. Baron Lawrence narrowed his eyes in comfort, asking in return.
Enna was very determined about this, âEven if I canât, Iâll try.â
In the next sentence, her voice softened, filled with deep worry and affection, âBaron Lawrence, Iâm really worried about you⦠â