Betrayed by Fiance, Embraced by Hidden Tycoon-Chapter 216: No! Please Continue *

"I apologized, Hubby..."

"Huh?!" Sawyer pulled his head away from her, frowning as he noticed the gloomy expression on her face. He felt stunned.

"Why are you apologizing? Do you feel uncomfortable?" he asked worriedly.

Abigail sighed deeply, staring back at him as she expressed her troubled thoughts.

"I fainted last night, and we can’t..." Abigail paused briefly. "Well, you know what I’m trying to say—" She struggled to voice her feelings. She lowered her gaze, avoiding his intense stare.

Sawyer’s blue eyes slightly narrowed, his lips breaking into a smile when he saw how red her face had become. He could guess what she was thinking, so he asked casually, "You mean we can’t make love?"

Abigail silently gulped and nodded shyly, saying, "I know we’ve been waiting for that day, but I’m so stupid! How could I—" She couldn’t finish as Sawyer lifted her chin to meet his gaze.

She blinked, captivated by his eyes, and waited for him to say something. Her heartbeat quickened as she noticed the gentleness in his expression.

"My little wife, the sun hasn’t yet appeared. It’s still night; let’s finish what we need to do—" Sawyer leaned in, his face closing the distance between them, and captured her lips.

Before Abigail could react, his kiss enveloped her lips, guiding her stiff tongue to intertwine with his. Every nerve in her body slowly tensed as he tightened his embrace around her and deepened his kiss.

A soft moan escaped her lips a few times, calling his name, "Sa-Sawyer..." But he didn’t give her a chance to continue her words.

Instead, he deepened his kiss while his hand started to slowly stroke under her shirt. Feeling her soft, warm skin sent a shiver through his veins. Her moan grew intense when his hand reached her breasts and massaged them gently.

"Sa-Sawyer... Hmm..."

He slowly released his dominance in their kiss when he felt her struggling to breathe and her hands pushing him away. He smiled as he noticed her face turning even redder and her breath shortening.

"Breathe, my wife..."

She buried her face in his embrace, trying to hide her blushing cheeks while catching her breath.

"You look beautiful, my love." He teased her when she didn’t respond and continued, "Alright, next time we kiss, don’t forget to breathe, okay?"

Abigail remained silent.

He allowed her time to regain her breath, filling her lungs with fresh air.

However, when he moved his hand under her shirt again, she suddenly looked up to meet his gaze. He smiled gently at her and stopped gently pinching her hard nipple.

"My wife, please tell me if you want me to stop..." he asked softly, but inwardly, he prayed she wouldn’t refuse. He really wanted to make love to her now.

"No! Please continue..." she replied shyly.

When Sawyer heard her answer, he smiled with relief and began to remove her shirt and pants. In just a few seconds, all their clothes lay on the floor.

He continued to pleasure her with his mouth, his tongue moving in slow circles around her breast. While his hand started to slip between her legs. When he felt like she was wet enough, he pulled away and positioned himself over her, his hard cock pressed against her opening.

Seeing her nervousness, he smiled and said, "Abby, it would hurt, but I will try slowly and gently..."

Even though he was eager to enter her, he wanted to ensure she was ready. After all, this was their first time.

As their bodies intertwined, the cool room started to feel warm, and Sawyer began to unite with her in the most intimate way.

The air was soon filled with soft cries of pleasure, Abigail’s voice trembling with joy each time he brought her closer to him, intimately stroking her, touching the hidden but most intimate parts of her being.

Her first climax came like a wave crashing over her, followed by others that left her breathless. Though her hips ached, she ignored the discomfort, surrendering entirely to the heat and the overwhelming desire that consumed them both.

Many minutes more...

When Abigail felt she couldn’t endure it any longer, the nameless flames within her burned even fiercer. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, and her strength waned. Exhaustion weighed on her, and she longed to stop.

"Sawyer, I can’t hold on anymore... I’m so tired..." she murmured through her cries of pleasure, torn between the desire to continue and the need to rest. Yet, she knew he hadn’t reached his climax.

His movements quickened, his body pressing more firmly against hers. Lowering his head, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing in her scent as he savored the constant warmth of her body. His hips moved with relentless intensity, refusing to stop.

"Abby, my wife," His voice sounded hoarse near her ear, "I’m coming, I’m coming... mmm...." while pressing his rod deeper with every muscle in his body felt like stretching a few inches. He feels free when his warm liquid fills her inner intimate part.

Abigail smiled warmly, her heart swelling as she heard him moan for the first time and felt the comforting warmth in her most intimate place. Overwhelmed with bliss, she wrapped her arms around him as he pressed close, only moving to lie beside her moments later.

"I love you so much, Abigail Lewis, my wife..." Sawyer whispered, pulling her close into his arms. He gently kissed her forehead, his touch tender yet firm.

Every nerve in his body still felt alive, tense with emotion, and he tightened his embrace as gratitude filled his heart. He silently thanked God for bringing her into his life in such an unexpected and beautiful way.

Abigail felt her heart flutter at his heartfelt words. Tears welled up and slipped from the corners of her eyes—not from pain after their first time making love but from pure happiness. She was so grateful, so profoundly moved to finally share this moment with the man she loved more than anything.

After the intensity of their love, they stayed entwined, holding each other close. The only sound in the room was the soft rhythm of their breathing as it slowed.

They shared quiet smiles, their gazes locked as though speaking volumes without saying a word.

"I love you too, Sawyer Jones!"