The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 1190
The inability to vent, tormenting to the point of driving Kevin insane.
He had encountered various women. After all, the transactions were either about money or women in the business -oriented
world. He had witnessed some debauched situations, but over the years, he never got involved with those women, especially the
attractive ones. He believed the more attractive a woman with no background, the more likely she would become a bargaining
chip eventually. He never got involved with those who had multiple sexual partners.
“Blake, I’m warning you for the last time. Stop this!”
Blake picked up the red wine from the dining table, drank more than half a glass, then passed it to him from her mouth, “It’s such
an expensive wine.
It’ll be a waste if you don’t drink with me.
After saying that, she poured a little more and pretended to spill it on his neck accidentally. “Look, why am I so clumsy? I
accidentally spilled the wine here. Shall I help you lick it clean?”
Blake sat against his erect area and moved her body to rub against it occasionally. Kevin could only feel a bloody expansion and
a warm, wet sensation surrounding it. Blake nibbled bit by bit on the most vulnerable part of a man, and she had just kissed it a
moment ago. A sensation indescribable by words filled every cell in Kevin’s body.
He completely forgot about the wound on his body, and Blake continued to tease him relentlessly, unaware that the situation
would get even more intense.

“I reached orgasm! That feels so good! I don’t want to move anymore. Kevin, can you move a bit?” Blake, with a hint of
drunkenness, lay on his broad shoulder, breathing heavily. Post- orgasmic pleasure gave her a feeling of being on cloud nine.
‘You feel good, but I’m not done yet. How could you want it to end?’ Kevin thought.
He had already untied himself at some point. He strongly lifted Blake with one hand and swept away the dinner plates on the
table with the other. The glass plate fell onto the marble floor, instantly shattering into pieces.
Blake lay on the dining table and felt his intrusion. In an exhausted state, she moaned wearily with her face slumped onto the
table. “Wait, slowly. Kevin! Ah!”
Blake was pretty drunk and felt a mix of pain and pleasure. “Kevin, the table is cold. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
That night, the intense sex made Blake exhausted. She had triggered the passion in Kevin. Blake moaned all night. Her whole
body felt completely drained as if it had been run over by a car and then reassembled. She rolled down the bed, trying to escape.
The plush blanket made her body feel warm. Kevin came down from the bed, pressing Blake on the ground, and continued to
make love with her passionately.
By midnight, Blake was barely conscious. Kevin carried her to the bathroom for a shower when it was over. Blake weakly held
his hand, their connection lingering within her. “It’s okay. Whether there’ll be a child or not, let nature take its course.”
In the misty bathroom, Blake nestled in Kevin’s arms, closing her eyes, feeling his hands applying something to her body. “Kevin,
would you marry me if I get pregnant?”
The hand applying shower gel paused slightly, and Kevin gazed at Blake, who lay his arms, with mixed feelings.

Before getting an answer, Blake had already drifted into a sleep she could no longer resist. It was already two in the afternoon
when she woke up the next day.