Chapter 345 - Its All Quite Fucked Up! (2/2)

”Touch me...” He whispered dominantly and her hand raised on her own gliding across his prominent muscles.

”Oh yes! You are magic,” He kissed her lips thrusting harder inside her and her moans were buried inside his mouth.

As she sunk in him deeper and deeper, her eyes rolled back and her neck arched as he placed a kiss on her jaw.

And she exploded, clenching around his thickness as the pleasure reached its peak, ”Jian Yu...” His name spilling from her mouth over and over again like a chant as she climaxed.

He kissed her passionately and continued thrusting inside her and as he whispered her name beside her ear, she felt his length retreating her depth. He spilled his warmth near her entrance.

He kissed her forehead.

The next morning, at the first crack of dawn, Han Jian Yu opened his eyes just as the soft sun rays started dancing in the room.

He stretched his hand towards the bedside table and grabbed the small remote before pressing a switch on it and the glass turned black as curtains draped down.

A few lights in the room were on, casting a warm glow inside the room and the air condition which was at the lowest temperature created a chilly atmosphere inside.

He placed the remote aside and tilted his head to the side as he glanced at the woman sleeping on his arm, her limbs were tightly coiled around his body.

He raised his hand towards her face and slowly removed her long silver tresses that were falling on her cheeks as he tucked them beside her ear.

He did not understand the concept of saving oneself for their special someone. Why would someone's primal urges be restrained?

He slept with women and after that, they went on different ways. They all were well aware of the rules yet some were quite clingy.

But all in all, he did not remember how many women he had fucked in the past.

But he remembered, it has never happened before that he would forget protection before getting on it. There was not a single woman whom he had tucked in his arms, who had given him the urge to look at her sleeping face, or the urge to arrange her messy hair.

'I don't do relationships. I don't do love. I don't do commitments,' Her words echoed loud and clear inside his mind as he glanced at her face.

He had responded with, 'Neither do I.'

But why did it feel like it was all quite fucked up?

He had this feeling since the moment since they first talked inside her house when she brought up the matter about hanging curtains.

And with each passing second, this has been intensifying.

Han Jian Yu closed his eyes as he stroked her back gently.