Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Chapter 405 - 404: The Way to Eat Without Gaining Weight

Damian cupped her waist with his hand, gave a peck at her lips, and rasped, "Baby, your husband will soon give it to you."

In the silent snowy night, goose feather snowflakes were drifting outside, causing the frozen branches to shiver. But the temperature in the yet unlit room was as scorching as summer.

The two people tightly embracing in the dim light were already drenched in sweat.

Unknown how much time had passed, the interwoven low moans and panting finally quieted down, and the noises that made one’s face flush had settled.

Bella Acker was completely exhausted, softly leaning against Damian Sinclair’s chest.

Both of them were soaked in sweat, leaning together didn’t quell the flames ignited within them but rather fanned the fire even more.

Bella Acker wrapped her arms around Damian’s waist trying to catch her breath, only to realize soon that his body was undergoing changes again.

Bella Acker widened her eyes in shock and looked up at him, "Damian, aren’t you tired?"

"Tired." Damian suddenly lifted her up, striding towards the bathroom, saying, "But I don’t mind getting even more tired."

Bella Acker didn’t know what to say. She had always known Damian was quite impressive in this regard, but didn’t expect this much. So did Damian always worry about tiring her out before, controlling himself every single time?

Thinking this, Bella felt both touched and a bit pained, involuntarily cupping his face with her hands.

Damian took her to the bathroom, glancing at the glow-in-the-dark clock hanging in the living room.

Entering the bathroom, Damian didn’t put her down, instead, he held her to turn on the bathroom lights and hot water, stepping with her into the hot water.

Warm water streamed from above, instantly washing away much of the sweat clinging to their bodies.

Damian held her buttocks, thrusting his waist, and lightly bit her ear, whispering, "Baby, happy birthday."

By the time they had entered the bathroom, it was already about to strike midnight.

Now, without a table for support, Bella Acker clung tightly to his muscular shoulders, breathing unsteadily, "Da...Damian, I hope...hope next birthday...we’ll celebrate...celebrate it together."

The vigorous thrusts left her unable to form complete sentences, forcing her to speak in broken segments.

"Alright." Damian caught her lips that had been kissed into a red hue, responding breathily, "For all your birthdays, your husband will celebrate with you."

"Mmm."

"Call me husband."

"Husband."

Perhaps because there were no constraints from the start, the two let loose, being playful throughout the night, in the living room, bathroom, study room, bedroom, until it dragged on until late before finally ending.

Bella Acker had no energy left even to open her eyes, nestled lazily in Damian Sinclair’s embrace, but hadn’t forgotten the nagging question on her mind, "Damian, you haven’t told me how you eat and don’t gain weight."

Damian smiled with mirth in his eyes, tucking her in snugly, said, "Haven’t I already told you through my actions?"

"What?" Bella Acker, utterly exhausted, her mind’s processing lagging, took a while to realize the method he implied was making love.

This cunning rascal had tricked her again.

In her heart, Bella hummed a few times, but truthfully she was extremely worn out and sleepy. Never mind, she decided to settle the score after waking up.

With this thought, she slipped into a dreamy slumber.

Damian lowered his head and softly kissed her forehead, murmuring, "Sleep well, there’s a surprise awaiting you tomorrow."

Whether Bella heard him or not, her mouth corners curled slightly, snuggling further into his embrace.