Chapter 86
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 86<\/p>\n
r 86 Trust The Strength of Your Men<\/p>\n
Deanna\u2019s POV:<\/p>\n
That night, I went to the Hollyvale Estate.<\/p>\n
Ever since I left the hospital, Luis has tricked me into living here.<\/p>\n
I honestly thought he was driving me back to Zedowood, so I closed my eyes and rested on the way.<\/p>\n
But when the car stopped at Hollyvale\u2019s front gate, I realized he had tricked me.<\/p>\n
Luis leaned his elbow on the window, watching me with that half\u2013smile of his.<\/p>\n
\u201cMs. Wiley, with how clueless you are, you\u2019d probably thank the person who sold you.\u201d<\/p>\n
pouted. \u201cSo, Mr. Eaton, are you planning to sell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
He reached over and ruffled my hair. \u201cNot yet. I\u2019ll wait until I\u2019m tired of you. Maybe once I\u2019ve spoiled you and fattened you up, I\u2019ll sell you for a good price.\u201d<\/p>\n
Now, I was in the bedroom playing with Puddy.<\/p>\n
Out of nowhere, the bathroom door clicked open. I turned around and froze.<\/p>\n
Luis stepped out, steam rolling behind him. A towel hung low on his hips.<\/p>\n
Water slid down his chest, traced over his abs, and disappeared beneath the sharp lines of his waist.<\/p>\n
His hair was still wet, strands clinging to his forehead. The sharpness in his features was softened by the haze of steam, but it only made his charm more dangerous.<\/p>\n
He was so sexy that I forgot to look away.<\/p>\n
Luis casually rubbed his hair with a towel. His voice was slow, almost lazy. \u201cSeen enough?\u201d<\/p>\n
My cheeks burned, but I rebuked boldly, \u201cIf you put it that way, then of course I haven\u2019t had enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
He tossed the towel aside, walked over, and pulled me into his arms. \u201cThen tonight, not only will you get your fill of looking\u2013you\u2019ll get your fill of touching too.\u201d<\/p>\n
The bedroom light dimmed to a soft golden glow.<\/p>\n
Puddy wagged his tail and tried to jump on the bed. Luis bent down, grabbed him by the scruff, and carried him to the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cGo play in the living room.\u201d<\/p>\n
The door shut. Right after, Puddy let out a couple of pitiful barks.<\/p>\n
I laughed, but before I could say anything, Luis pressed me down onto the soft bed.<\/p>\n
His palm rested at my side. The warm touch made heat climb up my neck. My skin turned red, and my body started to feel warm. I couldn\u2019t help but moan. \u201cMmm \u2026 \u201d<\/p>\n
1\/3<\/p>\n
Luis propped himself up with one hand and opened the bedside drawer with the other. I watched him pull out a small box. The sound of the wrapper tearing was loud in the quiet room.<\/p>\n
My face burned.<\/p>\n
I turned away so I wouldn\u2019t have to look at anything that felt so intimate. But for a second I caught sight of the drawer packed with<\/p>\n
boxes.<\/p>\n
So many of them!<\/p>\n
Those would have lasted until the next Full Moon celebration!<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy do you keep so many of them?\u201d My voice was hoarse and a little embarrassed.<\/p>\n
Luis finished what he was doing and bent down again. He nibbled my earlobe, his breath hot.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have to trust the strength of your boyfriend,\u201d he murmured.<\/p>\n
A string of kisses followed, soft and urgent. They took over every sense I had.<\/p>\n
The bedroom filled with those quiet, charging noises. My little hums slowly turned shaky and close to a sob.<\/p>\n
His hand held my waist tight. His voice was low and rough. \u201cSay my name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLuis.\u201d I said it before I could stop myself. The sound of my own voice startled me\u2013it didn\u2019t sound like me.<\/p>\n
Luis\u2019s Adam\u2019s apple bobbed. He bent his head and, near my ear, called me \u201cgood girl.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luis\u2019s POV:<\/p>\n
Since Deanna had just been discharged, I held back. I only did it once.<\/p>\n
She lay wrapped in the blanket like a worn\u2013out kitten, barely able to lift a finger. I let out a small laugh.<\/p>\n
This girl refused to admit she\u2019s thin.<\/p>\n
Her stamina really is poor.<\/p>\n
I gave in and carefully lifted her from the bed. I carried her to the bathroom and rinsed her off.<\/p>\n
Afterwards I dried her hair with a towel and set the blow dryer to low. I ran my fingers through her long hair, drying it bit by bit, careful not to burn her.<\/p>\n
When I finished, I carried her back to bed and held her in my arms.<\/p>\n
I pressed my arm possessively around her slim back.<\/p>\n
Her soft hair was pinned up, a few strands framing her cheek. Her lips were pink from kisses.<\/p>\n
Even after what had happened, she looked clean and gentle. It made my chest tighten.<\/p>\n
I bent close and whispered in her ear, \u201cDeanna, I\u2019m leaving for a business trip abroad tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her lashes fluttered. She opened her eyes slowly and turned to look at me. Her voice was soft and a little sleepy. \u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cOne week.\u201d<\/p>\n
She said nothing, but her eyes dimmed a little.<\/p>\n
I pinched her nose. \u201cWhat, upset already?<\/p>\n
\u201cAlready thinking about me before I even leave. You must be pleased with my service, huh?\u201d I teased.<\/p>\n
Deanna reached out and tapped my chest, mumbling, \u201cI am not!\u201d<\/p>\n
I chuckled. \u201cAlright, alright. You\u2019re not, but I am.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2169","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2169","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2169"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}