Chapter 98: His Dominating im
Chapter 98: His Dominating im
Upon learning that Emanuele was returning, Isabe promptly rushed downstairs to wait for him.
It had been several days since she had seen Emanuele, and thinking about how he had been busy
with work, without a moment''s rest, Isabe couldn''t help but feel concerned for him.
Isabe missed Emanuele, despite their habit of bickering during their time together. She had to
admit to herself that she held feelings for him.
Otherwise, she wouldn''t have agreed to marry him at the wedding.
But liking Emanuele was one thing; pretending not to care about him in his presence was another.
In reality, the two aspects didn''t conflict.
Today, Isabe chose to wait for Emanuele in the downstairs living room. She was just so tired. As
she waited, fatigue overcame her, and she fell asleep.
In a drowsy state, Isabe felt herself being lifted. She opened her eyes to find Emanuele carrying
her.
The room was dimly lit, and the man''s handsome features, under the faint light, appeared
particrly stern, cold, and devilishly handsome. Yet, Isabe was no longer afraid of Emanuele.
She took the initiative, wrapping her arms around Emanuele''s neck and resting her head on his
chest. She even nuzzled him, much like an affectionate little kitten.
Seeing Isabe act so affectionately, Emanuele realized she hadn''t fully woken up yet. Once she
was awake, she''d be a fierce little tiger, quick to pounce.
Only in bed could Isabe manage to be somewhat well-behaved.
Emanuele carried Isabe back to the bedroom andid her on the bed. He kissed her before lying
down beside her.
Feeling the sweet scent emanating from Isabe''s body, Emanuele didn''t feel the least bit sleepy.
His blood was boiling, and his desire was pulling him in a particr direction.
Damn it, Isabe naively thought that he could justy next to her without doing anything?
Not for Emanuele, though.
He began to kiss Isabe, starting from her forehead, down to her nose, then her lips, and onto her
neck. He then started to unfasten her clothing, his lips trailing down to her chest.
Emanuele continued downwards, ultimately reaching Isabe''s intimate area.
Isabe, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly found her body growing more and more
ufortable. It felt as if a fire was burning within her, and as if ants were crawling on her skin. The
sensation was unbearable.
Was she in the middle of a wet dream?
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Isabe slowly opened her eyes, and once she saw what was happening, she couldn''t help but cry
out.
Oh, God! This was no dream.
At that moment, Emanuele was passionately engaging with her, his mouth expertly tending to her
needs. Isabe''s body was responding to the excitement, and she instinctively grabbed his hair.
"Emanuele, stop, please stop," Isabe implored.
Emanuele looked at her, a hint of amusement on his face. "I can stop, but can you?" He teased.
Indeed, when Emanuele ceased, Isabe found herself in agony. The pleasure was so close to its
peak, and she couldn''t help but writhe and grind her legs together.
Seeing Isabe like this, Emanuele couldn''t help but chuckle. He parted her legs and said, "If you
beg me, I''ll help you."
He pressed his lower body against Isabe''s entrance but hesitated, as if he were patiently waiting
for her. Isabe moaned, gazing at the man who held her life in his hands.
"Please," she implored.
"No, you should say, ''Emanuele, please make love to me,''" he replied.
It was so humiliating, how could she say that?
Isabe had never uttered such words before, and she bit her lip, not wanting to say them.
However, her body was aching, her desire had been awakened, and she considered taking things
into her own hands.
But Emanuele stopped her, his eyes dark even in the dim light of night. Even with a hint of desire in
the air, he appeared utterlyposed.
"Isabe, as long as you beg me, I will make love to you."
He continued to grind against her, tantalizingly close but not entering her. The sensation was
maddening for Isabe.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she eventually gave in. In a voice filled with despair, she whispered,
"Please, Emanuele, make love to me."
In the next moment, Emanuele entered her.
Isabe sighed, her silent cries of pleasure mixed with a few tears. The intense sensations
assaulted her, making her feel like she wasing apart. She was in pain, yet pleasure continued
to wash over her.
"Baby, you''re incredible. Your body was made for me. I love you so much," Emanuele praised.
The arousing words, coupled with his actions, brought Isabe to climax swiftly. The world exploded
inside her, and she couldn''t help but scream. In this passionate moment, Isabe couldn''t believe
how much she enjoyed making love.
Emanuele also climaxed shortly after Isabe.
Afterward, the twoy together, Isabe feeling the strength of Emanuele''s solid, muscr arms.
She sighed, "I thought I wanted you toe back and rest, but I didn''t expect..."
She hadn''t expected to be up all night.
"Do you think I can sleep peacefully with you next to me?" Emanuele replied, giving Isabe''s butt a
yful pat.
Her butt felt so good, with plenty of sticity, making it hard for him to let go.
With such a goddess by his side, how could he simply sleep?
Isabe felt a bit exasperated. She said sternly, "Emanuele, Phillip told me that you haven''t rested
properly in a long time. So, now, you lie down and rest."
She had already fallen asleep once, only for Emanuele to wake her up.
"I hope you don''t get up too early tomorrow. If I wake up in the morning and don''t find you, you''re in
trouble," Isabe said in a fierce tone.
She hoped her tough words would make Emanuele listen to her.
Emanuele chuckled as if he didn''t take her words seriously. "We''ll see about that." He held Isabe
and quickly drifted off to sleep.
Listening to Emanuele''s steady breathing as he slept, Isabe knew he must have been exhausted.
Letting him hold her, she soon drifted off to sleep as well.
The next morning, when Isabe woke up, she looked up to find Emanuele still asleep. It seemed
he had taken her words to heart and hadn''t gotten up early.
It was 9:30 in the morning, and Emanuele rarely slept in thiste. Typically, by the time she woke
up, he had already left.
Gazing at his calm sleeping face, he still furrowed his brow as he slept. His aura, while not as
intense as when he was awake, was far from weak. It was evident he had been under immense
stresstely.