Chapter 853

Chapter 853:

Though experienced in many ways, she found herself in new territory.

How should she respond to this?

Agreeing seemed too bold. Declining seemed too demure.

It appeared she was facing the toughest question of her life.

Cristian gave her time, observing her with a calm and expectant look, allowing her to decide.

His restraint was obvious; sweat began to bead on his forehead, trickling down his chiseled jaw, across his pronounced Adam’s apple, and vanishing into his collar.

His overwhelming attractiveness made Fernanda’s throat tighten.

Noticing her fluster, Cristian’s smirk broadened.

His striking appearance and sly smile, loaded with devilish allure, quickened her heartbeat even further.

Fernanda shut her eyes and blurted out, “If you really want to, just go ahead! Why even ask?”

Was there usually a formal inquiry involved in such situations?

Was a written agreement required first?

Cristian kissed her lips gently once more, murmuring, “I don’t want to pressure you. Your wishes are important to me.”

Fernanda had often thought that men were overtaken by their desires in such moments.

Yet, as she observed Cristian, it was evident he was exerting considerable effort to hold back, still awaiting her consent with patience.

His respect for her was genuine.

Suddenly, Fernanda’s heart warmed, and she reached up to loop her arms around his neck, drawing him closer.

𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝑔ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿ⅽ𝗈𝗺

“I’m okay with it,” she whispered. “But remember, you’re not fully healed yet.” Her whisper was tender, causing a chill to run through him. A wave of tingling spread from his head down his spine, overwhelming his senses.

Every touch from her seemed to tease and entice.

Cristian clenched his jaw. “These minor injuries? You’re underestimating me.” He then set out to demonstrate his resilience.

His exceptional endurance was no surprise, given his military background.

Being mindful, Cristian was careful with Fernanda during their first encounter.

Otherwise, she felt certain the experience might have been too much.

Later, she caught a glimpse of the clock; evening had fallen.

Cristian drew a blanket around them, enveloping both in a cozy, intimate embrace.

Fernanda nestled her face into his chest, her expression bashful.

Despite her usual boldness, she felt a tinge of shyness about her first sexual experience.

Breaking the silence, Cristian spoke in a relaxed, satisfied tone. “Feeling hungry? Should we warm up the dinner?”

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