Sylvan Cheney ca ho to find Jasmine Yale already asleep.
She didn’t turn off the light; she had dozed off while watching TV, still sitting upright.
Under the light, Jasmine’s cheeks were a rosy white, her lips a luscious red, her black hair cascading over her shoulders, emanating a soft aura.
Sylvan covered her with a blanket.
But with just a slight movent, Jasmine woke up.
Her long eyelashes fluttered as she looked at him: "Are you done with work?"
"Mmm," Sylvan replied, "waiting for ?"
"Yeah." Jasmine snuggled into his embrace, rubbing against him tenderly, "Waiting for you."
She couldn’t sleep without him.
It doesn’t take many days to form a habit.
But changing it might be... difficult for a lifeti.
She touched the back of his hand and frowned: "Why are your hands so cold, and your clothes, you... went out?"
She noticed he was still wearing the sa clothes from the day without changing them.
"Just went to the balcony for a few smokes."
"Then you should take a shower to warm up," Jasmine suggested, clasping his hand with her small one.
Hers was very warm, but his hands were cold.
Sylvan withdrew one hand to stroke her long hair and kissed her forehead, his eyes showing traces of reluctance to part.
Jasmine wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzling against him with her head, like a little kitten.
She loved being in his arms.
Loved the feeling of being held by him.
Sylvan’s kisses began to slide down from her forehead, his breathing growing more rapid.
Jasmine dodged slightly, whispering, "Not today... my period isn’t over yet."
She felt the changes in his body, sowhat hot, sowhat restless.
Sylvan stopped kissing at her cheek and didn’t proceed with the next move.
But his breathing was still very rapid.
In the bedroom, the air was filled with an ambiguous vibe.
After a while, in a voice so low it made her blush, Jasmine said, "Maybe I can, I can use my hand to help you... "
Sylvan’s expression darkened: "No need, get so sleep, I’ll go take a shower."
After speaking, Sylvan let her go.
He walked towards the bathroom, his figure marked by a trace of cold loneliness.
Jasmine felt her heart pounding, her face growing even hotter.
She bit her lip, her neck flushed with embarrassnt.
With her heart racing fiercely, how could she fall asleep?
By the ti Sylvan ca out of the bathroom, wearing a clean robe, she was still awake, waiting for him with eyes wide open.
She bit her lip, cheeks flushed, making Sylvan’s body tense up once again.
Such a seductress.
Sylvan got into the bed and scooped her into his arms with strong arms.
"Can’t sleep without ?" Sylvan caressed her long hair, one of his favorite things to do.
"It’s a bad habit you’ve spoiled into. Without you by my side, it just feels a bit cold."
"Is it coldness or emptiness? Hm?"
"Keep teasing and I’ll bite you!" With that, Jasmine lowered her head and bit his finger.
The fire Sylvan was suppressing flared up once again.
"Jasmine Yale, you’re getting better at this, who taught you?" he was turned on beyond restraint.
"You taught well."
"Keep moving like that, and I’ll take you," he threatened.
Jasmine laughed and rubbed his chest, "No, no."
After teasing him for a while, Jasmine lost her sleepiness.
Now, her biggest wish was... for ti to slow down.
So that she could spend a little more ti with him, even if it’s just an hour.
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