Waylon had the overwhelming need to shower and change upon returning to Macsen Villa, for his hands were covered in blood from breaking the glass and beating the criminal half to death.
Without wasting a minute, he picked up his pajamas and entered the bathroom.
Doris followed closely, asking through the door. âWaylon, do you want me to help you?â
Waylon replied from inside. âYes, actually. I forgot that I canât get my hands wet, and I canât undo the buttons on my shirt.â
Iâll help you then.â She pushed open the door, her face blushing.
Although they were already married and had shared intimate moments on Adelmar Island, Doris had never helped Waylon undress and shower before.
Waylon nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of novelty as well.
Doris stood before him, first helping him remove his suit jacket and hanging it on a nearby hanger.
Then, she started unbuttoning his shirt.
lon had already removed his tie in the car, and his shirt was partly unbuttoned, revealing his chiseled Chest and exuding a strong masculine scent.
Dorisâ face turned beet red, and her heart raced. She dared not look up, keeping her long lashes lowered as she continued unbuttoning his shirt.
In the quiet bathroom, their breaths echoed back and forth.
Waylon looked down at the petite woman before him, inhaling the sweet fragrance from her body and hair. His heart raced, and desire began to stir within him.
As Dorisâ delicate hands moved across his chest, his desire grew stronger. The memory of the pleasure he had experienced on their wedding night, when he had released himself inside Doris for the first time, flashed through his mind. The next moment, his body uncontrollably responded, swelling with desire.
Before Doris could react, he pressed her against the wall, his hands pinning hers above her head.
âWaylon, your hands⦠Hmmâ¦.â
Before she could finish her sentence, Waylon dominantly captured her lips, silencing her with a passionate and intense kiss.
âWaylonâ¦â
Under his fiery passion, Doris instantly became weak, her small body melting into his embrace.
âPants.â Waylon breathed heavily. âHelp me take them off.â
âHuh?â Doris murmured in confusion.
âYou want me to help you undress while youâre taking a shower?â Waylonâs low, husky voice echoed in her ear.
âOh, right!â Doris quickly and gently pushed him away, her cheeks flushed with heat.
She reached out her hand, fumbling to undo his belt. As she unfastened the belt and moved to unzip his pants, her hand accidentally touched the prominent bulge beneath.
âAh!â Doris pulled her hand back as if she had been scalded, feeling like she might faint.
âDonât stop Waylonâs voice was low and husky, and his warm breath caressed Dorisâ neck, making her brain feel hazy and tingling.
Finally, the zipper was undone, and the next moment, Doris was pressed into Waylonâs embrace.
An hour later, their battlefield shifted from the bathroom to the sofa, then from the sofa to the bed, and then to the bay window.
Doris felt completely exhausted, left only with the energy to pant for breath.
âYou still havenât helped me bathe,â Waylon remarked, scooping her up and returning to the bathroom.
Warm water filled the bathtub. Doris nestled in Waylonâs arms as they both sat together in the tub.
His hands, wrapped in gauze, rested outside the tub, not touching the water.
Regaining some strength, Doris used her little hands to play with the water, gently washing Waylon.
Yet, slowly, she reawakened his desires.
âNoâ¦â Doris softly pleaded with a hint of fear.
âWeâre newlyweds,â Waylon whispered, nipping at her ear. âYou canât starve your husbandâ¦â
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âYouâve just had a full-course meal. How can you still be starving?â Doris pouted, feeling wronged.
âAs long as itâs from you, I can never have enough for a lifetime,â Waylon declared, shifting positions in the bathtub.
Another hour passed, and at last, the two of them came to a rest.
Doris, feeling utterly spent, was tenderly wrapped in a bathrobe by Waylon and carried out.
He prepared a cup of hot milk downstairs and brought it up to feed Doris.
âRecharge your energy. I can get hungry at any momentâ¦â
Doris blushed like she had applied rouge to her cheeks and delicately pursed her lips. âI really canât take it anymore. Can we take a break until tomorrow?â
âAlright, Iâll spare you for now.â Waylon kissed her gently. âBe a good girl and get some sleep. Weâll continue when you wake up.â
Doris was at a loss for words. Worn out, she curled up in the manâs arms and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, sweet and sound.
In the morning, she was awakened by Waylonâs desire. She opened her eyes, and he was passionately tending to her.
âWaylon Adelmar!â Doris wanted to resist but ended up being completely conquered. She tried to push him away but found herself wrapping her arms around his neck.
She clung to him like a vine, drawing from his passion and strength.
Waylon nibbled on her earlobe. âI want you never to forget every single day of our honeymoon..â