Chapter 2325: Chapter 2325: Fingers Interlocked, Hands Entwined
Jasmine Yale’s cheeks were flushed red, struggling to catch her breath.
Sylvan Cheney finally released her lips, withdrawing, and delicate kisses landed on her neck and collarbone.
Jasmine wrapped her arms around his neck, her breath unsteady, "Syl... Sylvan Cheney..."
"Mm, I’m here."
He responded, but his movements did not stop.
Sylvan Cheney’s eyes were tinged with a shade of desire, his delicate brows and eyes filled with a gentle mood, and with a blink of his eyelashes, they were filled with tender affection.
They were very close.
Sylvan Cheney’s fingers unbuttoned her buttons.
During the kiss earlier, Sylvan Cheney’s robe had already been loosely half-untied, he just went ahead and took it off.
He turned off the crystal chandelier in the bedroom, leaving only a small dim yellow wall lamp on, the surroundings painted like dusk, and the atmosphere became more intense.
Jasmine Yale had never been able to resist Sylvan Cheney’s tenderness.
His movements were very gentle, only delicate kisses remained.
When he kissed her belly, he stopped, unable to resist touching it, as if he was particularly looking forward to it.
"Sylvan Cheney... will you really like my baby?"
"I will." He kissed her belly again.
"I thought you didn’t like children?"
"It’s different when it’s yours."
A spring breeze filled Jasmine Yale’s heart, her cheeks slightly red, was it really different if it’s hers?
Actually, six years ago, they also had a baby...
His hand explored further down, "Jasmine, is it okay today?"
Jasmine couldn’t resist his tender and ambiguous tone. When he kissed her, she was already dizzy and disoriented.
She blushed, nodding slightly, "Be gentle."
"Mm." With her permission, Sylvan Cheney kissed her neck deeply, and when she was completely ready, he entered.
Jasmine Yale’s long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, her hands embracing his broad back, the pale yellow light casting a hazy glow in her eyes. She closed her eyes, holding him tightly.
Her body and mind were like a small boat, tossed in the tide.
Or like a piece of duckweed, floating and drifting, searching for a home.
The light was dim, the atmosphere intense.
In the height of passion, she and he sank together.
Sylvan Cheney was very restrained, and very careful, after quenching his thirst, he didn’t entangle her any further.
But he hadn’t expected their first time to be so in tune, so blissful.
"Sylvan..." She still liked calling his name, clutching him, unwilling to move.
"Jasmine, Jasmine." He called her name, over and over.
She was exhausted, nestled in his arms, "Hold me to sleep, I like being held by you. Tell me when you go to work in the morning, otherwise I’m afraid if I can’t see you, I’ll look for you."
"I will tell you, but I might not wake you, rest assured."
"Mm."
She closed her eyes, talking to him.
At this moment, Sylvan Cheney felt an unparalleled sense of ease, although he felt it wasn’t enough, he had no intention of taking more from her.
The future is long, and he is patient.
He didn’t know how he became so addicted, her breath, her heartbeat, all could make him fall deeper.
As his thoughts drifted, Sylvan Cheney felt warmth in his palm.
Jasmine Yale had unknowingly clasped her small hand around his fingers.
Fingers interlocked, interwoven together.
Finger to heart, Sylvan Cheney’s heart skipped a beat, he looked down at the woman in his arms.
Jasmine Yale foolishly smiled at him, sweetly leaning against his chest.
In the past, when making love, he especially liked to clasp her fingers, at that time he said, she liked to move around, always scratching him with nail marks all over, holding her tight she wouldn’t move.
