Chapter 206

However, as drowsiness slowly hit him, Tristan’s eyes opened wide when he felt her hand land on his chest.

Tristan turned to see her and realized there was no longer a barrier between them. Her body curled up beside him with her hands resting on his chest.

’Why did she do this? Is she cold p>

Tristan wondered when he saw her blanket at the end of her feet.

He swallowed hard to wet his suddenly dry throat, trying to calm his mind.

Then,

Tristan slowly turned his body to face her while gently placing his hands on her waist. He slowly pulled her towards him.

After ensuring she fit in his arms with her head resting on his arm, he removed his blanket and covered them together.

Tristan didn’t even dare move, afraid Bella would wake up and move away from him. He can’t let this opportunity slip, right? He wished they would sleep like this until morning.

However, Tristan realized his weakness. He was just an average human, not a priest or saint. How could he hold back when his alluring wife was in his arms? Even his blood rippled every time he heard her soft breathing.

He began to feel tired of his own mind, trying to fight not to follow his desires.

His wife’s sleep in his arms now feels like a punishment. He couldn’t when he wanted to do more—kiss her lips, touch her soft skin.

Every time his hands started to slip under her pajamas, his promise appeared in her mind—he wouldn’t touch her against her will—as if warning him.

Fifteen minutes passed, and he had already lost count of how many times he took a deep breath to clear his stuffy chest.

A bitter smile slowly emerged from his lips as he closed his eyes. Right now, he could only enjoy her softness and warmth.

After a few more minutes passed.

Tristan can finally calm his heart and slowly push back his sultry thoughts.

He gently kissed her forehead and whispered, “Good night, my darling wife p>

Then, he tried to sleep.

But,

Once again, Bella tested his patience when he attempted to suppress his lust, her body moving. At the same time, she made a few seductive moans. He forced himself to believe she didn’t intentionally do that.

Tristan immediately loosened his embrace, worried that she felt uncomfortable. He allowed her to find her comfortable position.

He thought Bella would return to her original sleeping position. Still, he felt even more tormented when she only turned over. Their position now felt so close and awkward, with her back facing him and her head resting on his hands.

A stiff smile appeared on Tristan’s face as he felt his body heat slowly rise again when Bella’s movements caused her plump bottom to brush against his abdomen. He felt blood rush to a particular part of his body, causing it to harden beneath his boxers.

He swallowed hard, trying to divert his sultry thoughts. Then, he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her firmly to keep her from moving.

However, Bella seemed to continue torturing him; she kept moving, causing his little brother down there to grow hard and swell.

A few moments later, Bella unwittingly tormented Tristan. Finally, she stopped moving.

Tristan felt relieved, but he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He gently placed Bella’s head on the pillow, covered her with the blanket, and rushed to the bathroom for a cold shower.

His breath was shallow as he stood under the shower. Cold water poured over his head and body as his hands were busy alleviating his arousal. His moans drowned out the sound of water as he released his lust.

A few minutes later, Tristan emerged from the bathroom wearing only a white towel around his waist.

Tristan felt in a good mood now. With a small towel, he dried his hair.

However, when Tristan was about to enter the walk-in closet to get clean clothes, he stopped in his tracks. He saw Bella wake up and sit on the bed, looking at him.

Bella frowned, looking at Tristan shirtless, coming out of the bathroom.

“Omg! My imagination was starting to run wild. Now, I saw him naked.” Bella can’t help but smile bitterly.

She yawned while squinting her eyes to ensure she didn’t see wrongly.

Then, Bella turned to the other side of the bed and was surprised that Tristan was not there.

’Damn it! I’m not dreaming p>

“Tr-Tristan, what are you doing?” Bella asked, confused, as she got out of bed. Glancing at the time, she was surprised to know it was two in the morning.

“Why are you taking a shower now? Do you want to go somewhere?” She continued as she approached him. However, she stopped a few steps when she saw his firm chest more clearly.

Instantly, she turns her gaze away.

“Tristan, please wear something. You might catch a cold!” Bella said before she stepped back into bed. She needed to hide her face now; she was sure her face was now like a boiled crab.

However, as soon as Bella slipped under the blanket, her eyes couldn’t stop looking at the walk-in closet, thinking why Tristan suddenly took a shower in the middle of the night.

Many questions emerged in her mind, making Bella even more curious. She was also starting to worry that Tristan would return to the capital this early in the morning.

Before long,

Bella saw Tristan walking towards the bed. He was wearing a white T-shirt and black training pants, similar to the clothes he had worn before, which made Bella feel slightly relieved.

Tristan smiled slightly when he saw Bella lying down, almost her entire body covered with a blanket.

He was amused by the thought of what had happened before; this girl was torturing him without her realizing it.

Luckily, she was wearing her long two-piece pajamas. If only she had worn one-piece lingerie, Tristan couldn’t imagine what would happen now. Maybe now they’re still making love.

’Bella, I hope you will not make me wait too long, dear p>