My One In A Million Wife

My One In A Million Wife [Ashlyn And Lucas] Chapter 287

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 287

Spencer glanced at the tuckered out Ashlyn and swallowed. “Mr. Nolan, there’s still some food left in the kitchen. I’ll go get it now.”

He had gone to a five-star hotel to order takeout for the food.

“No need.” Lucas was not feeling particularly hungry at the moment. To him, everything looked bland and tasteless if it was not Ashlyn’s cooking.

As such, he did not mind not eating. However, there was no way he would condone her not eating as well.

He patted her cheek lightly, urging, “Honey, you should eat something.”

The delicious smell of food wafted into her nostrils. Ashlyn’s eyelids fluttered before she opened them slowly. It took but a second for her to realize she was still in Lucas’ arms with her back pressed to his solid chest.

Before she could move, he had already moved a bowl of dumplings toward her. Scooping up a spoonful of the broth, he brought it to her lips.

“This is broth made from Silkie chickens. It’s supposed to be really nutritious and good for you.”

She opened her mouth obediently and swallowed the broth. The warm liquid slipped down her throat, settling in her empty stomach and making her feel better.

With one hand wrapped around her waist, he used his other hand to feed her.

This affectionate, considerate man was a stark contrast to the beastly man that had pinned her to the bed and ravaged her.

As she started to eat, the hand around her waist began to wander.

She smacked the naughty hand in irritation. “Could you be a little less perverted?”

“Since you have the energy to hit me, maybe we should engage in other activities?” He stroked her kiss-swollen lips gently.

Without a second thought, she bit down on his finger hard. She could feel how her teeth broke his skin before warm blood gushed into her mouth.

Through it all, he merely stared at her silently. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Bored at his passiveness, she released his finger. “Are you stupid? Why didn’t you fight back?”

“As long as you’re happy,” he stated lazily.

Bringing his bleeding finger closer, he inspected the wound critically before levelling a commanding gaze on her. “My finger’s injured. Feed me.”

Ashlyn was speechless.

I brought this upon myself, didn’t I? That sly man must have planned this right from the start!

For some reason, anything that passed through her hands seemed to magically taste better to him.

Resigned, she picked up the fork to feed him.

The slender, pale fingers caught his attention and held it. In a low voice, he insisted, “Don’t use a fork.”

Annoyed, she huffed, “Don’t push your luck!”

“You bit me,” he accused.

Ashlyn’s heart shuddered in her chest as she recalled how viciously she had bitten him earlier. He had not protested or moved to resist either…

There was a slight hint of something undecipherable in his eyes. Something that almost looked like affection.

I must be seeing things.

Randomly grabbing whatever food was near her, she raised it to his lips.

Opening his mouth, he ate the sliver of food she had offered him and she prepared to move her hand away.

Suddenly, he widened his lips and sucked her finger right into his mouth.

That warm appendage coiled around her fingertip, tasting and sucking every little bit of caviar left on her finger clean.

All the while, his dark eyes never left her gradually reddening face.

This was the first time he had seen the strong woman with such a helpless expression on her face. It was so very enticing!

“Honey, would you like me to use my tongue to service you later?” he asked wickedly as he released her finger. His eyes gleamed in anticipation while a smirk curled his lips.

“Shut up!” she hissed in mortification.

She looked like she was one second from bolting away from him.

Feeling frustrated at her reluctance to be with him, he wondered what he could do to keep her by his side.

“Do you really want to leave me that much?”