The Wrong Woman

Chapter 941

When Candice shifted in her sleep, a sharp tug on her hair jolted her awake. Wincing in pain, she let out a whimper. As her eyes fluttered open, she realized she was in Elio's embrace. Both of them nestled together under the blankets, skin against skin.

Her cry stirred Elio awake. He looked at her with bleary eyes, his voice gentle yet tinged with concern as he asked, "Candice, what's wrong?"

Candice quickly pulled the blanket closer to her chest, embarrassment flooding her cheeks as she responded, "You're lying on my hair."

Elio immediately lifted his arm to free her.

Candice scooted away from his embrace, feeling bashful as her eyes darted around the room. She couldn't help but steal a glance at his well-defined abs. With a soft voice, she asked, "How did I end up in your room?"

Elio offered a faint smile. "This is your room, too."

Candice scratched her head, her recollection of the previous night was hazy. She vaguely remembered having a few drinks before everything went dark. Alcohol never sat well with her, often leaving her drunk after just a few sips.

"Did we..." Candice's voice trailed off as she shyly lifted the blanket to peek at herself before hastily covering up again. Her cheeks flushed as she stuttered, "We... did that again?"Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Elio's expression turned slightly crestfallen. "You forgot?"

Candice nodded in response.

Elio chuckled, feeling somewhat regretful as he realized Candice's memory lapse meant she had forgotten the passion, the uninhibited nature, and how captivating she was the night before.

No man could resist the allure of a woman he loved showing boldness and initiative in bed.

At that moment, Elio had a sudden epiphany about the wonders of alcohol. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, rolling over so that she was beneath him. His eyes brimmed with warmth and affection as he gazed at her.

Candice's nerves fluttered as she asked, "I didn't do anything embarrassing last night, did I?"

Elio's thoughts drifted back to her unexpected entrance into the bathroom while he was showering, and even to her boldly stripping down to join him. He wondered if those moments could be considered embarrassing. Yet, he murmured affectionately, "No."

"Then we "

Elio cut her off and explained, "I

couldn't resist." He kissed her forehead and continued softly, "Since we're living together now, fet's not bother with separate rooms. My thoughts and actions seem to have a mind of their own around you."

Candice's gaze dropped, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she mumbled, "I tend to toss and turn at night. I'm worried I'll disturb your sleep."

"You didn't. You slept on my shoulder the entire night, looking peaceful and sweet."

Candice looked up to meet his intense, captivating gaze. Elio's eyes seemed to burn with a fiery intensity. He tenderly caressed her cheek, his lips slowly making their way down to her neck.

She watched him with rising uneasiness. His Adam's apple bobbed noticeably, and his lips parted slightly as he took a deep breath. His body began to respond.

Sensing his intent, Candice

swallowed nervously. When Elio

pressed his body tightly against hers, awareness flooded her senses, causing her chest to feel hot and constricted. She took a deep breath and pressed her lips together.

The temperature rose between them. Filled with restless desire, Elio murmured, "May I?"

"It's already morning. Shouldn't you be heading to work?" Candice replied shyly.

"I've got nothing pressing."

"But I have to go to work," Candice protested softly.

"Take the day off. I'll approve it," said Elio.

A bashful smile spread across Candice's face. She closed her eyes and nodded in agreement.

Elio pinned her hands above her head to the pillow, their fingers intertwined. He kissed her shoulder, trailed his kisses to her neck, and nibbled teasingly.

Candice bit her lip in an attempt to contain the overwhelming sensations, but her efforts were futile as soft, shy moans escaped her lips. Once again, they found themselves lost in a vigorous morning "workout". Elio was in the prime of his life, his energy seemingly boundless.