NovelEnglishHis candor took her aback, rendering her at a loss for words.
Outside, Lightning painted the sky, and thunder rumbled in a distant chorus. The apartment, however, was a haven of warmth, a sanctuary shared exclusively between him and Rena.
With a subtle confidence, Waylen’s hands cupped her form, his lips finding hers in a kiss that held a depth unfamiliar to her.
Emotions swelled within Rena, a mixture of surrender and vulnerability. A whispered plea escaped her lips amidst the storm’s symphony.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Waylen, you said you wouldn’t overstep.”
His breath danced against her ear, a soft chuckle escaping him as he tenderly reassured her in a voice as textured as velvet. “I won’t really have sex with you, okay? I’ll keep my word.”
Rena’s innocence held her captive.
In his presence, she found herself powerless to resist.
Against the backdrop of the full-length French window, their silhouettes embraced vulnerability as clothing fell away, baring not only flesh but the raw emotions that had woven their bond.
With each touch, a cascade of sensations enveloped her, and soon, tearful vulnerability yielded to shared intimacy.
Waylen’s whispered endearments, his kisses like a soothing balm, managed to coax a smile from her.
As the night wore on, a serene ambiance painted the room. Beneath the shelter of Waylen’s black shirt, Rena rested, her body and soul intertwined with his. Yet, amid the afterglow, Waylen’s thoughts betrayed the shadows that weighed upon his mind.
Rena, unaware of the complexities, sought clarity, a desire for understanding etched across her features.
When he observed her, his mood lightened, a playful glint dancing within his eyes. “Rena, let’s imagine a future with three children.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Three children?” Her incredulous blush painted her cheeks a delicate shade of pink, and her response emerged in the form of a quip as she asked, “Who’s saying I’d want to have three children with you?”
Waylen’s fingers danced, a teasing caress that ignited sparks. “I’ve already chosen their names.”
Curiosity piqued, Rena nestled closer, her eyes bright with anticipation.
She leaned against him, the only garment adorning her form his black shirt.
As moonlight bathed them in its ethereal glow, Waylen’s voice, a lullaby of promises, filled the air.
“Alexis, Marcus, Elva… What do you think?”
Rena contemplated each name, her heart softening at the vision he painted.
She took a moment, then her voice, tender as a whisper, grazed his ear as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I may not be ready for three.”
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