Chapter 853

Chapter 853:

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Besides, after holding back while she was unconscious for so long, how was he going to hold back now?

Flexing his fingers, Davey began to unbutton her nightgown, revealing her blush-tinged skin, an irresistible temptation. Her voice hoarse with desire, she murmured, "You've been awake for days and the doctor has assured me we can do it."

Terrified, Casey clutched desperately at her robe. "Davey, no... Dr. Hinks will be here soon..."

Davey stripped off his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side, his well-defined physique exuding strength. “It's okay,” he assured her, leaning closer, his arms gently lifting her slender legs, his voice hoarse. «There is plenty of time. Let's start here.

Casey was speechless.

Outside, Jimena, the private doctor, waited patiently. The appointment was scheduled for three o'clock, but a long time had passed without any signal from Casey's bedroom.

Faint sounds of gasping and whispering floated through the door, staining Jimena's cheeks with shame.

The mess near the couch, Davey's discarded shirt and belt, and Casey's rumpled nightgown, painted a vivid picture of their passionate encounter.

As someone who had experienced intimacy before, Jimena recognized the signs all too well. She never imagined that Davey, known for his coldness, would be so tender, cajoling with endearments like, "Okay, baby, one more time, okay..."

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the bedroom door creaked open.

Davey came out, his hair still damp from a recent wash, addressing Jimena naturally: "After the acupuncture session, investigate why she's experiencing discomfort down there."

Jimena's cheeks blushed even more. Davey had no idea what the limits were. She nodded and stepped aside to let Davey pass before entering the room herself.

Inside, despite the cleanliness, the aroma of her indulgence lingered in the air.

In the center of the luxurious bed, the stunning Casey lay, bathed in soft light, with her delicate figure lying weakly. Her flawless back arched gracefully, but showed telltale signs of bruises and marks, as if they had been etched by another's hands.

Jimena knew those brands well. Although they seemed serious, they were surprisingly bearable. She knew that in the passionate throes of intimacy, especially with a man who had held back for so long, those marks were almost inevitable.

Even in that state, Casey was still stunningly beautiful.

Jimena dealt with the wounds on Casey's lower region first, causing him to hiss in pain as she spread his legs.

Quick to apologize, Jimena asked: “I'm sorry, ma'am. Has it hurt you?

Casey grimaced slightly but assured Jimena, "No."

Jimena couldn't help but empathize with the pain Casey must be enduring. It was agonizing to even witness.

The wounds said it all, unequivocally tears, requiring no further explanation or judgment. They were witnesses to the excessive force Davey had used moments before.

Jimena's heart swelled with sympathy for the pretty Casey as she said softly, "Ma'am, please hold on a little longer. "I will handle the treatment with care."

Jimena had always had a soft spot for Casey.

In their previous encounter, Jimena had witnessed Davey's brutal punishment of a subordinate, putting the man's hand into a crusher, resulting in agonizing screams and a gruesome scene of blood and flesh.

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