The General's Wife Wants to Leave-Chapter 262: Tempting allure

"Come back to me soon. Don’t make me wait in loneliness too long. Will you, Joanna?" Canillas’ low voice, which was laced with restless emotions, pulled the string in Joanna’s trembling heart once again.

No, she did not want to cry again. She had cried too much to the point her eyes were hurt and hard to open. Joanna held back the tears that again threatened to spill from her eyes as she nodded her head vigorously.

She nodded her head despite not knowing why he suddenly poured out his heart’s content to her at the moment. But what she knew was that her heart tightened at what she just heard and saw, and she wanted to console him.

She then imitated what Canillas had done to show his affection to her. She cupped his cheeks with a smile that was like a crying smile on her face. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Leaning over, she brought her forehead towards his forehead, their noses brushing against each other. With her eyes closed, Joanna spent her time enjoying this very moment, letting each of them calm in their entangled emotions.

If what he showered her with was love, just like how he confessed for her to remember in that painful emotion, then let him love her like he proposed to her last night.

But to Canillas, who felt urgency crawling inside him, such an intimacy gesture seemed not enough. As if wanting to possess more, to make sure that she would never leave him, as their lips were close to each other and he could feel her warm breath brush against his lips, Canillas leaned in and claimed Joanna’s soft and warm lips with his in no time.

His movement was slow and gentle, rubbing her lips with his in no hurry, as he wanted to treasure her, not wanting to hurt her.

Taking a halt with their lips only a hair’s breadth away, Joanna said with her breath labored. "You need to shave." To which a soft chuckle slipped through his own labored breath. How random his wife could be sometimes, Canillas thought to himself.

Feeling Joanna’s fingers stroking his cheeks where his stubble seemed to grow, he asked, "Do you like it that way?" As he spoke, he brushed Joanna’s lips with his lips.

"You look better that way," Joanna answered with a voice barely above a whisper before her lips were fully captured by Canillas.

Gone was the reserved movement as the fire seemed to spark more ablaze.

In a blink of an eye, Joanna’s position changed. Her back was now pressed against the bed as she did not lie on her side anymore. Something that was not light gave pressure on her body, and it was none other than her husband’s body that had shifted to climb on top of hers.

A moan escaped from Joanna’s parted lips when Canillas buried his face in the crook of her neck, licking and sucking her smooth, fragrant skin from one side to the other, except the scar that was still vivid, with his heart’s content.

Joanna could not deny that she was immersed in the inexplicable sensations that were perceived by her whole body. Every touch on her body had awakened all her senses and ignited her core to spark to the point she was made hard to breathe.

For a moment, she wanted to throw away all her worry and anxiety, shutting her mind down from the outside world. All she wanted to do was to submit to him, to surrender to the love that he had let her know, to drown in his emotions that had made her heart wrench in pain.

It was her steeled determination until she felt something warm flow down from the most private area of her body.

In an instant, Joanna opened her eyes in a snap, awakened from all the unspeakable sensations that crept from her core. The temperature of her body dropped down, as the heat extinguished almost immediately.

"Wait," Joanna demanded. "Please stop!" She raised her voice when Canillas did not show any sign of hearing her previous demand. Instead, as if being intoxicated, he kept devouring her body like a wolf in heat, tasting and touching her alluring scent, warmth, and softness.

"No! Please stop!" Joanna tapped Canillas’ shoulders when he was now burying her face on her chest, where the plumpness centered, while his hands were busy pulling down the neckline of her nightgown, as he had already managed to untie the knot of her robe and the string of her nightgown.

Due to the strength that was exerted on his shoulders and also sensing her panic, Canillas reluctantly lifted his head, parting from the allure that made him hard.

With his breath shallow and rapid, Canillas, who supported his body with his hands that were on either side of Joanna’s head, saw her lie under him with a panicked look.

What met his eyes aside from that was irresistible beauty whose dark hair sprawled on the white pillow with her shoulders exposed, revealing more portions of her fair, smooth skin that was usually hidden and now gleamed under the morning light of the sun that scattered in the room, intensifying the allure and temptation.

Without any doubt, ignoring her plea to stop him from claiming her who had bewitched him, as he was unable to resist the tempting allure that heightened his desire, Canillas lowered his body. He once again captured Joanna’s lustrous lips that were reddened and slightly parted, inviting him to devour wholeheartedly.

Nonetheless, despite the fire that burned inside him and the doubt that he had pushed aside, he could not go longer when his chest was tapped and pushed by the delicate hands of the beauty beneath him, which asked him to stop once again.

He wanted to ignore it, proceeding further until they united as a real husband and wife, but he could not overlook the restlessness that he sensed in her, as she seemed to deal with something.

When he parted from her lips, he heard her say, "Please stop." It was the same demand but was spoken more softly this time, as if using a harder tone would result in nothing from him.

"I need to do something," she said again in a soft voice, with no irritating tone in that.

All that came from her was tenderness, like a mother coaxing her child. Yet her hands that were placed on his heaving chest gave a contrast meaning. The pressure was applied as a clear hint of defense.

With a sigh of resignation, Canillas, who was defeated by the beauty, rolled his body to lie on his back next to her.

Finding Canillas stopped igniting fire inside her, Joanna quickly pushed her body to sit upright and fixed her attire that had been made crumpled and messy by him.

After retying the knot of her robe, Joanna was about to check something, as it was the thing that she reasoned him to do, but called it off when she found Canillas looking at her with his rapid breath.

Meanwhile, to Canillas, what Joanna did next made him become more puzzled. He could not see anything at the moment as his eyes were covered by the hand that felt so soft against his rough skin.

"Oh no..." He heard her mutter, sounding panicked.