Erik was undoubtedly an exceptional lover. Whether on the border or in the business world, he was decisive and ruthless, leaving no room for mercy. Yet, when facing this young woman, he exhibited extraordinary patience. In matters of intimacy, he never simply indulged his own desires. He always prioritized her pleasure. He endeavored to please her in every possible way, serving her like a queen.
Erik was her first man. He guided her, unlocking different positions, each time offering a new experience. Everything he did flowed from his heart. He kissed her forehead, her lips, her collarbone. Wherever his lips touched, waves of tingling sensation followed. "Open for me," he murmured. His kisses trailed downwards, and then... he kissed her there... Initially, Janelle truly struggled to accept it. But at that moment, the man was also intensely commanding.
It felt so good. Really good.
Janelle didn't know how to describe it, nor did she want to. She focused solely on experiencing everything he brought her. Her nails were long; she clenched her fists so tightly her palms were pierced by her own nails. Seeing this, Erik intertwined their fingers, preventing her from hurting herself further. "If it's too much to bear, scratch me. Scratch my back, scratch me anywhere," his voice was dangerously seductive, making it easy to drown in it.
Janelle didn't dare scratch his back. His wounds weren't fully healed yet! With their fingers intertwined, the intimacy deepened. He moved to kiss her lips, but she turned her head away. Erik couldn't help but chuckle. "That's your own taste. Why are you shying away from it now?" Who disliked their own essence? But Janelle refused. Erik settled for kissing her ear instead. The girl was sensitive; her body shivered involuntarily. "Did that feel good?" Janelle shot him a look. How could this man speak so brazenly once they were in bed? "Too shy to say? I know you felt it. Now it's my turn." Erik ceased all restraint and began seeking his own pleasure. And she, time and again, was carried to her peak by him.
That night, Erik was thoroughly satisfied. The little girl had good stamina, keeping up with him through multiple rounds.
Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains. At eight in the morning, Janelle awoke. Erik wasn't there – probably making breakfast. During her stay at his place, he was always in the kitchen preparing breakfast when she woke. Janelle sat up. Seeing the love bites scattered across her chest, her face flushed unconsciously.
Her throat felt dry; she wanted water. Getting out of bed, she changed into the clothes he had laid out on the sofa the night before. Erik had ended up bathing her himself. That man was like an insatiable wolf, going again and again, utterly lacking any sense of restraint. She put on the clothes and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Only then did she notice the distinct love bite on her slender neck, impossible to hide with the neckline of her dress. "..." She usually disliked wearing makeup, but now she applied some, using concealer to hide the mark on her neck.
Having tidied herself up, she emerged from the bathroom just as Erik walked in from outside. "Hungry?" "..." Janelle didn't feel particularly hungry. "I want water." As soon as she spoke, she realized her voice was hoarse. Remembering the sounds she'd made last night, Erik felt a stirring desire again, but he suppressed it. "Come on. I have water ready for you."
Janelle started to walk, but Erik scooped her up, carrying her downstairs. "Erik, I can walk." "I didn't hold back last night. You must be exhausted." He carried her down, handed her the glass. The water temperature was perfect. Janelle sat on the sofa, sipping. Time was ticking; she needed to get to the office. Today was the Aleens Group bidding day. This project was crucial for her goal: to make the Blue Whale Co., Ltd. board willingly support her as the company's leader. "Don't rush. Finish breakfast and I'll drive you over. Won't be late." And even if they were a bit late, so what? Mr. Aleen would partner with her. The Hills and others were destined to be mere spectators.
Janelle drank some warm water and ate a little breakfast. Regardless of anything else, the man had gotten up early to cook. Leaving it untouched seemed... pitiful. Seeing her eat, Erik felt every early morning was worthwhile.
After breakfast, Erik drove her. En route, Sara called. "Janelle, you're going to the Aleens Group bidding today, right? You've got this!" Her call was purely for encouragement. "Hmm, I know. How's your graduation project going?" Sara had been buried in her design lately, with no time to meet up. Mentioning the project made Sara groan. She'd been sketching from the moment she woke, but remained unsatisfied with the results. "Janelle, maybe I really have no talent? I've tried so hard, but the outcome is still poor." Sara sounded dejected. She'd been down for days but hadn't wanted to bother Janelle, knowing how vital this project was. "Alright, enough of that. Focus on doing your best. Tell me if you need any help." Despite her mood, she didn't want to affect Janelle. "The bidding results will be out today. Come out tonight. I'll treat you to dinner as a celebration." "But I still have so many sketches unfinished..." "Maybe you're just lacking inspiration. Coming out might help. It's settled." Janelle declared decisively. "Okay. Then you go crush it! I'll celebrate with you tonight." That's Aunt Madalyn's company. Can't let that despicable pair win. "Good. If you can't draw, take a break. Don't force yourself, understand?" "Okay, got it. Don't worry about me." Janelle hung up.
"What's up?" Erik asked, concerned.
"Nothing." Janelle knew Sara; if something serious was wrong, she'd definitely say.
Erik dropped her off at Blue Whale Co., Ltd. He didn't leave but parked the car in the underground garage. "What are you doing?" "Janelle, the world is treacherous. Five years on the border taught you that best. It's better to be safe than sorry." Whether it was the Hills or the Rovellas, many people didn't want her project to succeed, didn't they? So today, he would stay by her side. No matter what happened, he would shield her from everything.
Janelle was no innocent little rabbit. Having survived the border, she knew the dangers Erik spoke of all too well. "I can handle it." "I know," Erik acknowledged. "But even so, I'm still uneasy. I just want to be with you. Don't worry, I won't interfere with your work." "Or just think of me as your personal bodyguard. That works too."