But Nathan grew more daring.


    His touch intensified as he began to stroke her.


    He then ki*sed her earlobe, neck, and shoulder.


    Lucinda’s patience wore thin, and she turned and pinched him hard on the face.


    Nathan had to stop.


    “Stop, stop it.


    I need a break,” she asserted firmly.


    She was utterly drained.


    Nathan relented and stretched out beside her.


    “How about you get a three-hour nap, and we have another round at noon?”


    Lucinda was too stunned to speak.


    Her waist was aching.


    With Nathan fully recovered and his eleven months of abstinence, he acted Like a hungry wolf.


    A tinge of regret seeped into her thoughts.


    Why had she chosen a husband with such an insatiable s@xual appetite?


    Was it toote for regrets now?


    Before she could respond, Nathan began to caress her again.


    “Aren’t you tired?”


    “Well, I am tired but content.


    My happiness outweighs my fatigue,” he whispered while tenderly stroking her face.


    Lucinda clenched her teeth.


    She was too exhausted to feel any happiness.


    To exhaust his boundless energy, she devised a n.


    “Since you have so much energy, get out of bed and do at least one hundred and forty-three push-ups.


    And don’t forget to count.


    ”


    Nathan froze at her suggestion.


    “Why on earth would I do that?”


    She responded calmly, “Consider it a small token of your love for me.


    ”


    He was left without words.


    Given her request, he couldn’t decline.


    Also, doing push-ups was hardly a challenge for him.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    He ki*sed her cheek, got out of bed and wore his pants.