Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1369:

Lowell’s heart softened. He turned and drew her into an embrace, murmuring softly into her hair, “Don’t be upset. I couldn’t bear that.” She relaxed fully into his arms.

“What have you been up to today? You look so exhausted.”
“Do you care?” Lowell asked.

She laughed gently. “Of course, I care. Seeing you so worn out is heartbreaking.”
“It’s nothing to worry about,” Lowell assured her, trying to ease her concern.

Tracy looked up at him, mischief sparkling in her eyes. Slipping her hands under his shirt, her fingers began tracing his muscles.
Lowell caught his breath. “What are you up to?” he managed, his voice tight.
“Testing a new massage technique. How does it feel?”

“Relaxing?” Tracy’s voice was playful, her smile teasing as her hands explored further.

A warmth began to spread through Lowell’s body. He drew in a few quick breaths, struggling to control the growing wave of desire, but it was a battle he couldn’t win. At last, he captured her hands, halting their movement. “Enough. I have to work.”noveldrama

Tracy’s voice, soft and smooth like silk, brushed against his ear, dripping with temptation. “If you’re not interested in a massage, that’s alright. How about a kiss instead?”

Lowell gazed down at her, her features hidden in the dim light, yet every instinct told him of her charm.

“How long should I kiss you?” Lowell’s voice grew husky, his Adam’s apple bobbing with anticipation.

“Just keep going until I say stop,” Tracy responded, her voice laced with mischief.

“But I’m not really feeling it today. Just one kiss,” Lowell confessed.

Tracy shrugged with a carefree smile. “Start with one, then let’s see where it takes us.”

Heeding her light-hearted challenge, Lowell leaned in, and their lips met—a simple touch that shattered his composure. His thoughts, once clear and orderly, now swirled chaotically, all focused on the singular, irresistible urge to keep kissing her.

Wrapped in Lowell’s arms, Tracy felt the intensity of his passion as it swept over her, wild and unrestrained.

Their embrace deepened, and gradually, they relaxed into the moment. Lowell, overcome by emotion, sat down against the wall, pulling Tracy into his lap.

Forget everything else—his mind echoed the need to explore every type of kiss with her, from deep, fiery exchanges to gentle, teasing pecks.

Tracy reveled in the familiarity growing between them, her heart pounding with each deliberate, exploring kiss.

Time slipped away unnoticed, and when Lowell finally paused, his voice was a raspy whisper. He reached up to gently wipe away a smudge from her lip, his touch tender.

“Maybe we should turn on the light. I want to see you,” he murmured, a playful tone in his raspy voice.

Tracy laughed softly, leaning into his hand. “And blow my cover as a spy? I can’t let that happen.”

.

.

.