Chapter 893

Chapter 893:

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Clearly still dazed, Elin had not yet fully woken up from sleep.

But her soft voice awakened something inside Erick. At that moment, Elin's disheveled appearance, with flushed cheeks and wet eyelashes, made her irresistibly fragile. Naturally captivating, her vulnerability alone was enough to stir a man's emotions.

Disturbed by his own reaction, Erick cleared his throat slightly, trying to relieve the tension, and asked, "Are you fully awake yet?" Do you want some water?

Elin remained silent, her eyes overflowing with an irresistible charm similar to the freshness of spring, her fluttering eyelashes seemed to drip dew, stirring the depths. He embodied a desire without limits.

Erick almost bit his lip to contain himself, physically moving away to keep a safe distance from her. He excused himself to get water, hoping that a splash of cold water would help calm the heat that invaded him.

But Elin caught him by surprise and grabbed his arm. Turning around, surprised, he found the soft press of her lips against his.

Elin's kiss, though inexperienced, was tender and affectionate, and it lit a flame inside him.

Erick stood up, taking off his pajamas, which fell to the floor with a soft thud. The tips of his fingers traced the curve of her collarbone, descending, as he murmured, "Allow me."

His abs were firm and a delicate sheen of sweat accentuated the attractiveness of his Adonis belt.

Elin, despite her inexperience, savored the exquisite sensation.

Gathering her courage, she shed her inhibitions, wrapping his back in a tender embrace, tears of euphoria threatening to spill…

Focused on Elin's pleasure, Erick leaned on one arm, his other hand running along the contours of her back, exhaling softly. "Call me…"

Elin's cheeks flushed red, her body tensing as she bit her lip, resisting the urge to vocalize her desires.

But Erick, an expert at teasing, deliberately slowed his movements, precisely exploring her sensitive spots.

In matters of intimacy, Erick possessed a natural delicacy.

Overwhelmed by the sensations, Elin could not contain herself and pleaded: “Mr. Foster, please..."

Erick grabbed his chin, sweat running down his chiseled jaw, and said, "Not that."

Finally, Elin breathlessly exhaled: “Erick…”

The two made love for almost half the night, until Elin was completely exhausted and didn't even have the strength to take a shower.

In the end, Erick tenderly took her to the bathroom to clean up.

Then they retired to bed. Elin was so tired that it was impossible for her to distinguish between getting up and going to bed, let alone think about anything else.

Erick gently stroked her hair, watching her for a while, as if he grasped some deep truth in her heart. Some emotions, it seemed, were inherently different from the beginning.

As the day of Mitchel's big wedding to Katie approached, Raegan found herself working tirelessly to speed things up, partly because she missed Janey and partly because she couldn't bear to watch Katie's extravagant ceremony with Mitchel.

One day, Raegan visited the dye factory to inspect a batch of fabric. Due to the positive collaboration between their companies, the factory owner invited Raegan to a meal.

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