Chapter 2

He remained silent, but his eyes blazed with intense longing, as if he were gazing at something he was fervently eager to claim as his own.

I hurriedly broke free from him and escaped to my room.

The way Karson looked at me just now, like a hunter eyeing his prey, sent shivers down my spine.

When John returned home that evening, I indicated him that I was capable of taking care of myself and hoped that he would ask Karson to leave.

However, it seemed as if John hadn't heard a word. He was completely preoccupied with resuming what we had begun the previous night, even going so far as to set up the camera once again.

Confronted with his indifference, I snapped. It was the last straw.

I shoved him away forcefully, berating him for inviting a stranger into our home without taking my feelings into account. I cautioned him that if I were ever to have affair, he shouldn't come to regret it!

All the words I said were to warn him of the potential danger. To my surprise, John just laughed.

With no explanation, he stated that it was out of the question, claiming that Karson could never have any interest in me.

I didn't know why he was so certain. It seemed as if he knew Karson thoroughly.

All I wished was to ask Karson to leave.

The way Karson stared at me this morning made me feel as if I were being stalked by a predator, making my spine tingle with fear.

To calm me down, John gently coaxed me on the bed.

Being pregnant had made my body especially sensitive.

With just the slightest touch, I lost control of myself, emitting moans in a tantalizing way.

John was astonished by this unexpected reaction.

He said had never witnessed me being so passionate before, likening me to a delicate flower on the verge of blooming.

Blushing, I nestled in his arms, lost in his tenderness.

Recently, John had become surprisingly inventive, exploring new ways to express his affection. Even his tender kisses and caresses were enough to make me sink deeper, leaving me completely lost in the moment.

At first, I was concerned about these violent acts due to my pregnancy.

However, as time passed, it appeared that I no longer minded them at all.

When I finally came to my senses, John had already gone into the bathroom.

After every time we made sex, he would have a shower for a long time, saying he liked to be clean for my sake.

Married to such a thoughtful husband was every woman's dream.

However, what he did next made me uncomfortable.

Normally, after cleaning up, he would never come back for a second round.

However, today, it seemed as if he was intent on pushing me to my limits. Even when I was completely worn out, he continued to tantalize me until the spark of desire within me was reignited.