Chapter 280 Let Him Take Care of Me

Chapter 280 Let Him Take Care of Me
Leila's POV

Theron wasn't faring much better. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, trailing down his sharply defined face to drop onto my skin, creating a cool contrast against my burning flesh.

His deep eyes churned with desire like a stormy ocean, dark and wild with want, his breathing heavy and hot against my neck, raising goosebumps along the sensitive skin. The tension in his body was palpable, nearly at breaking point, every muscle coiled tight with restraint.

He drew a deep, shaky breath, visibly restraining himself, his chest expanding with the effort. Lowering his head, he nuzzled my damp temple with his nose, his voice dropping to a husky whisper with a hint of vulnerability: "Don't worry..."

His warm hand enveloped mine, his touch simultaneously reassuring and demanding as he guided it with gentle insistence to his tense, heated body. "Just... help me... like this."

Looking at him fighting for control, the tendons in his neck standing out like cords as he considered my comfort and the baby's safety above his own needs, my heart squeezed with affection.

Flushed, I couldn't deny his vulnerable request as I saw the desire in his eyes, dark pools I could drown in willingly. Hesitantly, with mild shyness, I responded to his guidance. My palm moved over his well-defined abs, taut and burning beneath his shirt, then lower to his impressive hardness.

I could clearly feel the pulsing life beneath my touch, feel every muscle in his body tensing like steel cables, and hear the restrained groans in his throat at my inexperienced movements. His hot sweat dampened our touching skin as the air filled with masculine scent and desire, creating an atmosphere thick with intimacy.

With that surrender, time lost all meaning, the world outside our bedroom ceasing to exist.

When Theron finally released a deeply suppressed, almost relieved growl as his tense body suddenly relaxed, my face burned hot - not just from arousal but from the extended effort. I was completely exhausted, my arms weak and powerless, barely able to lift a finger, muscles trembling from exertion.

More embarrassing was the slight, distinct stinging sensation on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs from maintaining the position and friction for so long.

I collapsed boneless against Theron's sweat-dampened chest, melting into him like spring water seeking its level, even my fingertips flushed pink and trembling slightly. I breathed heavily, my chest rising and falling dramatically against his, our heartbeats gradually synchronizing.

I'd never imagined Theron would know so many blush-inducing, heart-racing techniques, understanding exactly how to use his gaze, fingertips, and heated breath to tease and please me, while also testing my endurance, leaving me adrift in pleasure. Especially now with my pregnancy, my energy depleted quickly, and that session of "helping" had completely drained me, leaving me satisfied yet utterly spent.

Theron was also breathing hard, his chest heaving beneath my cheek, but he recovered quickly, his superior conditioning evident. Looking at me too tired to even open my eyes, his deep gaze still held traces of desire, but even more evident was his infinite tenderness and satisfaction.

Carefully avoiding my uncomfortable thighs, he lifted me with extreme gentleness and carried me to the bathroom, the marble floor cool beneath his bare feet.

Warm water cascaded over our sweat-dampened bodies in the spacious shower, steam rising around us like morning mist. Theron's movements were incredibly gentle as he meticulously cleaned every inch of my skin.

He was especially careful with the tender areas that had been rubbed raw, treating them with utmost care, his touch so light it was barely perceptible.

I kept my eyes closed, letting him take care of me, feeling indescribably safe and happy being treasured this way, surrendering completely to his attentions.

After cleaning up, Theron wrapped me in a large, soft towel, carrying me back to the bedroom and gently placing me on fresh sheets.

"Tired?" He lay beside me, carefully pulling me into his embrace and tucking the light blanket around us, creating a cocoon of warmth and security.

His fingers tenderly brushed damp strands of hair from my forehead as his deep eyes studied my exhausted but content face, memorizing every feature. His kisses fell softly on my forehead, nose, and finally my slightly swollen lips, treating me like his most treasured possession, a priceless artifact to be cherished and protected.

"A little..." I snuggled closer into his warm, solid embrace like a sheltering animal seeking refuge, greedily absorbing his comforting scent and warmth. My body was genuinely fatigued, limbs heavy with satisfied exhaustion, but my heart was filled with immense satisfaction and sweetness, completely full like a cup brimming with happiness.

"I still want to plan our dates," I murmured against his chest, smiling sleepily, already half-drifting into dreams. "Starting with that movie theater on the pier."

"It's a deal," Theron replied, kissing the top of my head as his arms tightened around me protectively. Within moments, cradled in his warmth and feeling completely safe, I drifted into a contented sleep.