Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1296

Chapter 1296: Chapter 1296

His kiss was somewhat deep, a slight numbing pain accompanied by his sucking, its sensations coursing through the nerves on the surface of her skin, reaching into her very being, disrupting all her thoughts.

Jane McCain remained still, silent, her gaze unfocused on the ground beneath her, cheeks already flushed with heat.

She could feel his kiss, his breath, his hands through the shirt heavily kneading her body, so forcefully, as if he wanted to blend her into his own body.

The situation was somewhat out of control; Jane McCain vaguely realized this, yet she didn’t want him to stop.

Inside, she liked it... liked that he liked her, including his fascination with her body—every inch of skin, every nerve, every cell, changed for him and only for him.

Allen Rivera pushed aside the breakfast on the table a bit and lifted Jane McCain onto the table, leaning down to kiss her lips.

His kisses were always gentle and lingering, intoxicating. But Jane McCain felt that gentleness was his façade, like getting a chocolate as a child—eager and yearning, yet unfolding the thin wrapper with utmost patience, fearful of breaking the chocolate inside.

No matter how gently children handle chocolate, sooner or later they eat it.

Jane McCain was Allen Rivera’s chocolate.

She thought Allen Rivera was too naughty.

She already had little left on her, yet he remained impeccably dressed and refined.

Allen Rivera let out a slight pant, buried his head in the crook of her shoulder, and asked hoarsely, "Janie, how long have we been dating?"

"O-one month or so?" Jane McCain said uncertainly, her mind still a muddle.

Allen Rivera sighed lightly, caressing her smooth back, "Short."

Jane McCain dazedly thought: Actually, it’s not that short. Back then, I’d have a flash marriage after just a month of dating...

Then, she heard him softly ask by her ear, "Do you mind premarital sex?"

Jane McCain’s mind short-circuited, unable to respond for a moment.

Dear God...

Can you be more direct?

You, doing this... this...

How should I answer?

"Do you mind?" Allen Rivera lightly nibbled her earlobe.

Jane McCain’s head was already a chaotic mess; impulsively, she blurted out, "But it’s my first time..."

Allen Rivera was momentarily stunned.

Jane McCain suddenly became aware of what she had said, nearly biting her tongue.

"I mean... I don’t mind... uh uh..." Jane McCain stammered, "I mean, this, this feels a bit rash... It’s not that I mind, I’m... I’m..."

Her words became more jumbled, more urgent.

Feeling extraordinarily helpless, she looked pitifully into his eyes, so deep, so dark, like an endless night absorbing her soul.

She bit her lip, whispering timidly, "I... like you."

Allen Rivera watched her silently, feeling his hardened heart soften beyond recognition.

I like you.

What a beautiful sentence.

He kissed her forehead, touched her lips gently, and smiled faintly, saying, "Yeah, I understand."

Jane McCain blushed deeply, wanting to say: I don’t even understand what I’m saying, what do you understand?

"It was my oversight; the first time should be more careful." He organized her clothes for her, buttoning them one by one, his voice very low, "...prepare flowers and wine, warm candlelight, beautiful music, a soft bed, preferably... a night filled with stars."

After dressing her, he smiled and asked, "Is that right?"

Jane McCain gazed at him in a daze, already unable to speak, her chest filled with an inexplicable emotion that urged her to embrace his neck tightly, answering in her heart: Right, whatever you say is right!

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