Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 1102 - 1099: Can You Not Go So Hard on Me?

The most primitive human reactions manifested more strongly in him.

She was truly well-behaved now.

To the extent that his fury gradually dissipated.

Then, Alexander Kingsley lifted her chin, signaling her to kiss him. She understood, obediently leaning in with her soft lips.

The feeling of kissing him was truly marvelous. Indescribable, almost like floating into a heavenly realm. So much so that her body completely softened at that mont, and eventually, his large hand rested on her thigh, spreading her legs apart and wrapping them around his waist.

...

Afterwards, Carla Carr was utterly worn out, feeling that this ti was different from the last. Indeed, for today, Alexander was very angry, letting her off would be nothing short of a miracle.

Alexander took her for a bath and returned to the big bed; she slept the entire day without heading to the shop, only waking up in the evening, while he watched her intently, wanting her yet fearing he’d break her.

"Alexander, when will you take to Northern Europe?" She said upon waking, "I honestly don’t believe Eva has really left. You know, we were so close back in the day, I don’t believe she’s gone..."

Alexander leaned against the headboard, rubbing her head: "I hope you understand, during the trip to Northern Europe and until we return, you belong to , so perhaps you should change what you call ."

For three years her long hair flowed like soft, silky seaweed, rarely touched by any man, no, he was the first.

"Change what? What do you want to call you." She spoke as she got up, putting on her pajamas and preparing to go to the bathroom.

"Miss Carr, our deal is you keeping company in bed, so you should fulfill a woman’s duty." His eyes narrowed like a blazing fire as he looked at her beautiful legs, "Co here."

Carla Carr: "..."

Obediently, she walked to the edge of the big bed, yet before she could react, he buried his head in her chest, kissing her for a couple of minutes, causing her whole body to go soft before he let her go.

"I can barely stand, won’t you let go today?" She wasn’t lying, as her legs were truly weak at the mont.

"Husband..."

"Can you let go..."

She wisely changed her term of address, seemingly complying with all his demands, even though he ought to be happy, remarkably, Alexander’s brows furrowed more profoundly, his large hand suddenly reached out to grab her, flipping her beneath him, invading and possessing her powerfully.

Let her go? Why wouldn’t she let him go!!

Three years, three years.

Letting her go was impossible, he wished to never have her leave his bed and keep her bound to him for a lifeti. Letting her go was inconceivable.

...

In the days that followed, Alexander sent her to Northern Europe on the third day.

By cruise from the docks of Z-country.

The trip to Northern Europe and back was estimated to take half a month to a month.

And during this period, their arrangent continued. Basically, whenever he wanted her, he wanted her, during this ti she was his, her body and mind should belong to him, subject to his control.

Once aboard the yacht, Alexander seed like a demon, carrying Carla and tossing her into the deluxe suite.

"Alexander, I want to go to the ballroom and drink champagne, I want to dance..."

"Hmm?" The man curled his lips, pressing her into the corner, his gaze fixed on her deep-V dress, the softness making his mouth dry with thirst, "Dance... seems you’ve already rested well."