Janelle was truly speechless. What did he take her for?
Without a word, Janelle unbuttons his shirt and helps him take it off.
His wound had reopened.
"It's fine. I can get it redressed at the hospital tomorrow."
"..."
She thought she wouldn't care. After all, there was nothing substantial between them.
It was just a one-night stand.
However, seeing his bloody, mangled back, Janelle's heart ached nonetheless.
If he hadn't been protecting her and Bryan, he definitely could have escaped.
Being shielded so desperately, her heart wasn't made of steel either.
How could she not feel anything?
Seeing her stare at his back, Erik pulled her into his embrace.
"Janelle, don't pity me. My injury has nothing to do with you."
He didn't want her blaming herself for his wound. Everything was his own doing, his own wishful thinking.
"Let's go! To the hospital." Janelle cleared her throat before speaking.
"No need for the hospital. I just accidentally pulled the wound."
Janelle tried to pull away, but the man trapped her between his long legs.
"Go to sleep."
"Erik, your back is bleeding." Was his body not a body too?
Hadn't he always been worried about her health? Just a stomach issue, and he'd fretted endlessly.
"It's nothing. I'm tired." Erik just wanted to sleep soundly right now. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head against her abdomen.
The girl's midriff had no trace of fat, yet it felt incredibly comfortable against him. She wore only a thin camisole; the slightest movement revealed her alluring navel. Even her belly button looked adorable. Erik unconsciously touched it with his finger.
Janelle flinched. Her navel was very sensitive; his touch sent an electric current through her body.
"Erik, don't tease me." This man really was something, always tempting her somehow.
The problem was, he wasn't in any condition for strenuous activity right now!
"Do you want it? If you want it, I can manage." Just holding her like this for a moment, and he already wanted her.
"Erik, your back is already bleeding." Sure enough, between them, it was only physical attraction. Whenever they were alone together, things always ended up heating up.
"Not scared. Do you want it?" Erik's voice was seductive. If she nodded, he was ready.
"No." Janelle refused to join his madness.
However, the man pulled her onto his lap, making her feel his desire for her.
"..." Janelle was speechless.
"I'm sleepy."
"You don't sleep well. Some exercise helps with sleep."
"Not needed." Her body was already responding, but Janelle still felt today was highly unsuitable.
"Janelle, we almost died there today." Having reached his current position, he'd faced all kinds of dangers. Yet, at that moment, she was in his arms. While the explosion wasn't catastrophic, he'd still been afraid. Truly afraid she would get hurt. Even now, the fear lingered. That's why he craved her body even more. He wanted to fill her, to feel her existence.
That's just how Erik was. Whatever he wanted to do, others simply couldn't resist. And right now, he wanted her. So he tempted her in every way possible.
A man who'd tasted desire often had muscle memory for this. Though they'd only slept together twice, he'd already discovered her most sensitive spots. His hands seemed electrified, making her tremble wherever they roamed. At first, Janelle genuinely resisted. But gradually, she found herself unable to refuse, and no longer wanted to.
Undeniably, Erik was an excellent lover.
Their first time hurt, but ultimately, she'd found pleasure too. And the last time, on the mountain road, this man had done everything to please her, to make her feel good, to make her addicted.
Today's Erik was the same. He himself was already burning with desire. Yet, he restrained himself, choosing to please her first. A proud son of heaven willing to humble himself to serve a woman – how could that woman possibly escape? Perhaps it was her mother's phone call, or perhaps it was having just faced death together. Janelle didn't want to resist anymore.
She was always honest with herself. Since she liked this man's body, she'd enjoy it.
She let herself go.
Feeling her change, Erik felt encouraged. He redoubled his efforts to please her. Until he withdrew his hand, and Janelle saw the evidence of her pleasure on his fingers.
"More?" The man's voice grew even huskier.
"Mm." Janelle's beautiful eyes locked onto his. She truly had pure eyes. Love was love, hate was hate; she never hid anything.
"Erik, I want you." Her declaration sounded like a queen's.
"Alright. Whatever you want, come and take it yourself." Erik encouraged her.
Because of the wound on Erik's back, Janelle was extra careful. When she finally settled onto him, both their faces contorted with unbearable pleasure. This position required skill. After playing for a while herself, Janelle grew tired. She became lazy.
"Don't want anymore."
"..." How could this girl do this? Playing halfway through the game and wanting to stop – what about him?
"Tired? Then I'll take over?"
What followed became entirely Erik's domain. The man completely disregarded the wound on his back. His movements were wild. Janelle wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself.
Outside, a torrential downpour began, drowning out the sounds of the man and woman.
Later on, Janelle was genuinely exhausted. She pressed against him, stopping his movements.
"I'm tired."
"It's fine. You rest. I'll play by myself," Erik shamelessly suggested.
"..." This man, really... Did he think she was dead? Play by himself? Play with her?
"Alright, don't be angry." Erik yielded to her, finding his release shortly after.
The black leather sofa was a mess. Janelle lay limply on it, her skin dazzlingly pale against the dark leather, her black hair fanned out, her beautiful eyes now dazed. Seeing her like this, he lost control again. Yet, he didn't indulge himself. Instead, he picked her up. The girl was truly worn out. He carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed.
"I need a shower." Her body felt sticky and uncomfortable.
"Together?"