Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 199 She Has Become Luke Crawford’s Woman

She could not resist the man's unrestrained yet passionate kiss.

On their faces, their scents intertwined into something familiar yet unfamiliar.

Perhaps it was because they had almost made out once earlier that morning, and now they had the

chance again, Luke felt as though he had morphed into a voracious beast.

His unrestrained urges ravaged her supple lips.

He could catch a hint of agony in her moans, though he did not reduce in intensity. He wanted to

swallow her whole and take the body that he had been hungering for.

The man was like a child who had tasted candy for the first time.

He had desired her body for a long time. That morning, he had the opportunity to taste its distinctive

sweetness.

When given delicious candy, any child would have done the same. They would greedily undress it from

the wrapping, bring it into their mouths, and use their warmth and saliva to dissolve it. They might do so

gently or violently, but the sensation was theirs to own... 4

Luke on Bianca was like a greedy child on delicious candy...

"Mmhh..."

Bianca's body went limp as Luke hugged her tightly in his arms. His oral cavity was warm and moist.

She was drowning in his savage kisses... 1

She was about to lose her mind. All sense of propriety and decency was gone. Only his tongue and

hands guided her consciousness...

The air in the small town was cool and fresh, but Bianca struggled to breathe in the thin air around her.

All she could smell was Luke's masculine yet dangerous scent.

It was the smell of hormones, reflecting the state of his mind and body... i "Mmh... mmh..." Bianca

found the opportunity to catch a breath. After moaning twice, the man once again firmly sucked the tip

of her tongue.

The scene replayed itself again and again.

A breeze blew past them. The scent of dew-stained grass assaulted her nostrils. Instead of refreshing

her, the scent had intoxicated her...

The kisses became more and more passionate. Even his hand that had gone under her clothes felt

warmer and drier...

"Shall we move to the car?" Luke asked alluringly.

Bianca became lucid when Luke spoke. She blinked and tried to push away the man's rigid body. ‘

Aren't you... going back tonight..."

Before the man could answer, she seemed to have guessed what he would say, and so she hurriedly

continued, "Your grandfather wouldn't want this...'

Luke also regained control of his sanity. However, his arms remained firmly around her waist.

Bianca was sure that she loved the man from the bottom of her heart. It had started as admiration from

a student toward her upperclassman, which later became an admiration toward someone of higher

social status. She was incredibly proud when she realized that said person was the upperclassman that

she had admired.

Later, she found herself to be the woman of that man, and that she had given birth to a pair of twins for

him.

She felt as though she was enveloped by all the happiness and bliss in the world, especially when the

father of the children remained interested in her.

It was no longer a one-sided, callow, and unrequited interest, but a mature, sensual, passionate,

intimate love...

The desire to claim each other’s body and soul was mutual.

Luke’s gaze turned domineering and seductive. As long as she wanted it, no one would stand in their

way.

"So what if my grandfather doesn't want this?"

As the man spoke with his low and resonant voice, Bianca was lifted off her feet!

Luke stepped past the weeds in the courtyard and toward the front door.

"What do you want to do? You can't..." Bianca was flustered when she looked at him. She wanted to

break free of his grasp.

"What else can I do with you?"

The man reached into her pocket and took out the key to the door.

The key to the front gate was bigger. The slightly smaller key was the key to the door of the house.

Luke remembered that he was a student the last time he held an old- fashioned key like that. Back

then, he lived in a two-story building. It was the best house in town.

"Bianca, are you there?" Joe spoke in a neutral voice as he held a flashlight. 1

He was afraid that the neighbors would be angry if he were too loud, but if he were too soft, Bianca

might not hear him.

The front gate to the house was closed but not locked.

He shone the flashlight around the courtyard and did not find anyone, though he saw many old and

broken items stacked everywhere. A city boy like him would not have ever seen some of those things,

much less know their functions.

He felt quite uncomfortable standing there. Not everyone enjoyed being in a primitive habitat.

"Doesn't look like Bianca is here. This place is dark and creepy," the female colleague said.

’Didn't you say that Bianca pointed to you where her old house was? Do you remember if the front gate

was locked?" Joe asked her as he shone the flashlight around.

"We glanced at the house from the street. It's too far to notice whether the gate was locked. I briefly

remembered the height of the house and the quality of the windows and doors so that I could

determine the condition of Bianca's old house," she said with her arms folded.

The nighttime weather in the small town was too cold!

She was shivering!

Joe led the female colleague away. "Perhaps the old house isn't locked in the first place. I don't think

there's anything in the courtyard worth stealing." "Yeah," the female colleague agreed. "I guess Bianca

must have come here only to take a look. If this was her childhood hometown, she might have gone to

stay over at a relative's house."

The voices faded away in the distance.

Outside the gate, Joe shined his flashlight onto the boss's car. "Is the boss here to look for Bianca?

Where is he then? Is he here to speak to her on behalf of his cousin? You women... It's already a feat

to marry one's boss's relative, but it's another to have the boss help save your relationship."

The two colleagues left the scene.

Meanwhile, in the old house.

The lights were not turned on.

It was pitch-black inside.

The beds on the northern side were for sleeping, but the mattresses were damp and caked with dust.

Lying on them would be very uncomfortable.

The window on the southern side was covered by a plain curtain. Even though the house was dark

enough, Bianca nevertheless pulled the curtains out of fright when she noticed her two colleagues

entering the courtyard.

At the same time, Luke entered her from behind.

Their breathing instantly became heavier...