My Husband, Warm The Bed

In an instant, Jefferson felt a hot rush of blood throughout his body, causing him to shiver and go numb.

It was not that he had never kissed Adrienne before. Neither was it that he did not know how good she tasted. Rather, that was the first time she had taken the initiative to kiss him. Her lips were soft and sweet smelling of her unique fragrance.

Jefferson had always been a proactive person. Plus, at that moment, self- control eluded him. However, he became the one on the receiving end in the blink of an eye.

After that kiss, Jefferson queried, "Little Specky, do you know who I am?"

Adrienne pressed her body against his and said with a smile, "My Jeff."

Jefferson asked again, growling even lower, "Do you know what I'm going to do to you now?"

Adrienne replied, "Make love to me..."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Jefferson shut her up with his lips. He no longer kissed her gently. It was a forceful, overbearing kiss, as if he was channeling all the pent-up desires in his body over the past twenty-odd years.

After a very intense session, the room fell silent. Jefferson held her hand; he felt as though he was floating on the clouds at that moment, ecstatic.

Rumble!

Thunder sounded in the sky. Soon after, heavy rain began to fall, bringing a slight chill to the burning hot room. Nonetheless, the heat coming from Jefferson and Adrienne's passion did not subside in the slightest.

Occasionally, Adrienne whimpered, in a tearful voice, "Jeff, I... You..."

But her whimpers were quickly drowned out by a different sound.

Was it the thunder, or was it something else?

As time passed, Adrienne felt as if she were a spider web that had been torn to shreds. She clearly felt pain, yet it was mingled with the feeling of sweaty pleasure.

In a daze, she saw herself as a fish swimming freely in the vast ocean.

Buzz...

Her phone's vibration woke Adrienne up from her sleep. She instinctively turned over and reached towards the bedside table to get the phone, but she soon realized that it was a bad idea. Not only was she not able to get it, the wave of pain that ensued made her gasp.

D*mn it!

What happened to her?

She patted her groggy head, wracking her mind for the answer. R-rated scenes from the night before flashed through Adrienne's mind one after another.

D*mn it!

Did she get drunk again, and end up sleeping with...

At the thought of Jefferson, Adrienne immediately turned her head to the side.

Her heart skipped a beat at the scene in front of her.

Sure enough!

She was a wild beast!

In her drunken state, she was not even fit to be called a beast.

What Adrienne saw was even worse than the situation from a few months ago. A few months ago, she had also gotten drunk and slept with Jefferson, but at least she didn't hurt him that time. But currently... Adrienne couldn't bear looking at the scene in front of her.

Jefferson was lying on his stomach. His exposed, bare back was covered all over with scratch marks of various sizes. There were also scratches on his arms... Adrienne lowered her head and thought it over. If she guessed correctly, Jefferson's chest was probably marred with wounds too.

Even a fool could understand why Jefferson's body was marked all over.

Adrienne wailed and lamented in her heart. She thought to herself, "Adrienne Carter, I really didn't expect you to change into a completely different person when you're drunk. What you've done is worse than any beast."

However, the past couldn't be changed. What else could she do about it?

If worse came to worst, Adrienne would just have to treat Jefferson better in the future.

Thinking of the fact that she had an obligation to take responsibility for what she did to Jefferson, Adrienne became more daring. She fixed her gaze on Jefferson. His muscles were defined, his waistline was slim, his jawline was perfectly contoured, and his legs were really long... S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Adrienne had always acknowledged that Jefferson was good-looking. She had gotten used to it after seeing him day in and day out. Nonetheless, he looked even more handsome than usual, that day. Perhaps it was because his body was defiled by someone he loved... Adrienne couldn't help but stretch a hand out to Jefferson again. She wanted to viciously dominate him in all his handsomeness...

Buzz...

The phone on the bedside table vibrated again. The noise of the incoming call frightened Adrienne; her hand quickly shot back and she retreated, trying to put some distance between her and Jefferson. However, she unexpectedly fell off the bed. It hurt so much that she felt as though her whole body was broken. Adrienne didn't dare to yelp in pain for fear of waking up the man on the bed who she had defiled. Adrienne nervously gulped a mouthful of saliva, patted herself on the head, and silently chided herself, "Oh, Adrienne, what were you trying to do just now? You really have fallen into depravity. Since ancient times, lust was the cause of many downfalls. You must not indulge in such a thing, otherwise, who knows where you'll end up."

Adrienne quickly took her phone, and hid at the edge of the bed. She answered it softly, "Hello..."

Jefferson suddenly turned over. The sudden movement spooked Adrienne. The hand holding onto the phone trembled a little and she nearly dropped the phone onto the ground altogether. Adrienne peeked upwards slightly at Jefferson who was on the bed. Seeing that he hadn't woken up, she whispered again, "What's the matter, Freddy?"

Freddy's morose voice came over the line, "Adrienne, can you come over to Paramount Civil Bureau by 9 o'clock?"

Previously, Adrienne had been threatened by Jefferson to go to the Civil Bureau as soon as she woke up, to register their marriage. Why did Freddy want her there on this day? Did he want her and Jefferson to register their marriage again?

All kinds of thoughts whirled madly in Adrienne's mind. She then heard Freddy's voice again, "Adrienne, are you listening?"

Adrienne quickly calmed down and replied, "Freddy, I'm listening. Spill it."

Freddy began again, "Due to a certain matter, Freya wants to divorce me. Can you come to Paramount Civil Bureau by nine o'clock to stop her from filling the papers? I really have no choice but to turn to you, because she only listens to you."

"Divorce?" Adrienne's voice increased in volume, which startled even herself. Glancing at the sleeping Jefferson, she hurriedly lowered her voice again. "Freddy, what happened? Why would Freya want to divorce you?"

They were about to have their wedding ceremony. What on earth happened that made Freya want to divorce Freddy? "Because... because..." Freddy didn't know how to explain it to Adrienne as he knew that he was the one in the wrong.

"Freddy, don't panic. Find a way to deal with Freya first. I will rush over as soon as possible. Before I see her, don't agree to a divorce no matter what. Do you understand?" Adrienne knew that the love between Freddy and Freya was rare and solid as a diamond. Thus, she was determined to intervene.

In Adrienne's anxiety, she stood up in a hurry, but her legs were so weak that she wasn't able to maintain her balance and fell to the ground again. With that, she really thought that her body was about to break into two at any moment.

Nevertheless, for the sake of Freddy and Freya's marriage, she had no time to spare. Adrienne held onto the edge of the bed and slowly got up. However, she did not expect to see a handsome face looming over her at that moment.

Without her noticing, Jefferson had woken up and rolled himself over to the side of the bed. Jefferson placed a hand on his head, and looked at her lazily. "Dr. Carter, did you enjoy yesterday's feast? Are you sated?"