My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 130

He froze before whispering, “Honey…”

“To the bathroom!” Ashlyn commanded.

She then pushed the man’s chest to distance them.

With an arm around the man’s waist, Ashlyn helped Lucas to the bathroom with difficulty. The man’s footsteps were unsteady, and he placed most of his weight on her.

Without hesitation, she shoved him into the bathtub and turned on the faucet.

Ashlyn watched as the towering man sat in the bathtub quietly. She only turned off the faucet when the water level went past his waist. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Lucas’ wet hair made him look much wilder than he usually was.

The cold water made the blush fade on his face, but the soaked man in the tub was a seductive sight.

Splashes of water droplets dotted his chest, and he looked enticing.

With one sitting at the edge of the bathtub and another in the bathtub, the two looked at each other.

“It’s hot,” said the man after a long while.

His voice was hoarse, and he seemed dazed.

He knew he was sitting in a tub of cold water, but it felt as if he was in a hot spring. If he were hallucinating, he would definitely see his skin turning into lava.

The heat he felt before entering the tub returned with renewed vigor.

This time, it hit him worse than the last.

It’s so uncomfortable. I feel like I’m going to explode into flames.

Lucas reached out to grab the edge of the woman’s shirt. He then looked at her miserably.

“It’s hot,” he muttered again.

It’s so hot, it’s so hot. It felt as if his rationality was burning away. All he wanted to do was to wreck the woman in front of him.

Under the light, she seemed to be glowing; the sight of her was capturing his heart.

Ashlyn furrowed her brows as she looked at Lucas. She could not believe that she had just seen a tinge of helplessness in the strong man’s eyes.

I must be hallucinating.

This man doesn’t even fear death. How can he be helpless now?

The heat that radiated from Lucas’ fingertips nearly burnt her skin.

“You’ll feel better after a while of soaking. I’ll change the water for you,” Ashlyn said to him before reaching to turn on the faucet.

Abruptly, the man grabbed her hand. “Honey, I’m hot…”

He held her hand in a death grip as he continuously repeated the same few words.

The heat was destroying him, and he was suffering.

There were traces of silent endurance in his eyes, and Ashlyn could see them when she looked at him.

To him, her cold hands were a respite from his suffering. He could not help but press his face into her palms.

He then grabbed Ashlyn’s face and stared into her eyes, the fire burning brightly in his own ones.

“Ashlyn… Ashlyn…” he subconsciously mumbled.

Suddenly, his large hand grabbed the back of the woman’s neck and kissed her lips as his other hand pushed her body toward him by holding her waist tightly.

It was a domineering act, as per his usual style.

Yet, Lucas found that this was not enough.

He bit on her lips.

Without warning, he pushed her, and Ashlyn fell into the bathtub in a loud splash.

The man quickly held her down as he kissed and bit her lips.

The sharp pain in her lips instantly attacked her senses.

Ashlyn tried to kick him away, but the man attacked her quicker than she could defend herself.

A hair-raising animalistic look was in his eyes.

Time ticked away.

As if veiled by a blanket of ink, the night was quiet and beautiful.

The only light outside was from the dim moon.

The bedroom in the house was dark, and the scent of love filled the room.

Items were strewn across the floor of the room.

A man and a woman were entwined on the soft, large bed.

My head hurts.

The man on the bed slowly opened his eyes as his head throbbed painfully.

He turned to look at the woman breathing evenly in his arms.

To his shock, he found red marks littered across her fair body.