Chapter 660 - Six Hundred And Sixty: Isabelle Would Kill Her For This (1/2)

The third point of view :

The desire between them was obvious and saturated the bathroom. Julie didn't need to ask for consent from Anabelle, the look in her eyes was all the consent he needed.

At once, he got rid of his shirt and climbed in with her, the lukewarm water swirling around them. Julie reached out and grabbed Anabelle, making her to straddle him.

Biting down on her lips, Anabelle pushed herself down and guided him slowly inside of her. She gasped with pleasure as he spread her folds.

Julie pushed his hips forward causing Anabelle to whimper as the rest of him buried deep inside of her. He was full and buried into her to the hilt, the feeling was magnificent and she was drunk with pleasure.

Then he grabbed her hips and began to pound into her fast and hard. Anabelle's moans and Julie's groans filled the room as the both of them moved.

Anabelle rode Julie who supported her with the upward thrust of his hips, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath.

Suddenly, Julie reduced his pace, instead he thrust into her deeply and slowly as if savoring the moment while his mouth found her breast and latch on it. Anabelle was overwhelmed with pleasure, feeling her climax around the corner.

By the time they were done in the bathroom, Anabelle climaxed three times and she fell into a deep sleep. And It wasn't until later in the day - she couldn't even tell what time it was - that she stirred from sleep.

As a habit, Anabelle reached out for the space next to her to feel if he was with her and surprisingly, she touched a warm body. Joy filled Anabelle and she opened her eyes to see him staring back at her.

”Good afternoon,” Julie smiled at her.

”Oh, God!” Anabelle groaned, covering her face with her palm. How could she have slept this late? She hadn't even had breakfast - it was all forgotten at the corner. Could you blame her though, Julie had stressed her beyond her limit?

Suddenly, just as Anabelle wiped her face with her palm, she felt something cold touch her skin and she looked down at her finger and sat up with a great speed that almost made her dizzy.

Encircling her finger was a white gold ring and studded in the middle was a usual and huge cubic zirconia stone that looks breathtakingly beautiful.

Annabelle wiped her face to make sure she was seeing right. But even after the gesture, the ring was still on her finger. No way.

She was still in a state of disbelief and turned to look at Julie who had a knowing smile on his face.

”W-w-w-what... ?” Anabelle stuttered to the extent she couldn't form a comprehensible speech.

”Anabelle, would you make me the happiest man on earth by being my wife?” Julie asked her seriously.

However, for about a minute, Anabelle didn't say a word, she kept on staring at Julie to the point the man became embarrassed, thinking that he had not done it well.

”Did I say anything wrong?” he asked.

”Am I dreaming?” Anabelle asked back

”No,” Julie answered.

”You want to marry me?” Anabelle asked, still in a state of disbelief.

”Yes,”