Chapter 699 Overshadowing Her Ugly Past Day Seventy-Four…

Chapter 699 Overshadowing Her Ugly Past

Day Seventy-Four...

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"Jane... let me... let me help you forget that night with Vincent... I only want you to remember me... us..." Nathan's voice trembled with a mix of agony and determination as he reached out to her. He held her shoulders tightly.

His heart ached at the thought of Jane's anguish, the torment she endured at the hands of another. Nathan wanted nothing more than to erase that painful memory, to replace it with something beautiful, something borne of their own connection.

He brought his right hand to her face, his finger gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "I don't want that night to define you, to haunt your thoughts. I want to create new memories together, ones that overshadow the darkness of the past." Nathan's left hand moved down, to hold the lace that tied her bathrobe.

"I won't force you to forget, Jane," Nathan continued, his voice laced with sincerity. "But let me be a part of your healing. Let me stand by your side as you navigate through this darkness. Together, we will seek justice and get our revenge." He unraveled the laces, each knot loosened under his touch and his gaze was unwavering as he sought to reassure her.

Jane could only nod her head, giving him permission to do what he wanted. Her heart was thumping so hard against her chest as she anticipated his next move. As the robe's ties slackened, Nathan's eyes remained fixed on Jane's face. He felt a rush of emotions surge within him—love, adoration, but also an overwhelming sense of responsibility.

It did not take long before the robe gradually slipped off her shoulders. The fabric cascaded down her body, revealing her curves and nakedness. Jane bit her lower lip as she felt very exposed to Nathan. Her round breasts were in full display, inviting Nathan to touch them. Yet, Nathan's focus was not on her exposed form. It was on Jane's eyes, searching for any flicker of uncertainty, any indication that she might wish him to stop.

"Don't stop. Keep going," Jane softly said as she understood the message of his intense gaze.

She relished the gentle warmth of Nathan's hands, palming her breasts. Soon, his lips joined his hand in pleasuring her. He kissed the tip of her erect nipple at first, eliciting another soft moan from Jane. Her moans served a piece of beautiful music in his ears, urging him to please her more.

His lips enveloped one of her nipples. His mouth and tongue worked ardently, lapping and swirling around the erect peak until it glistened with his ministrations. The fervent attention caused her swollen sensitive bud to protrude further in response to her escalating arousal.

The sensations, a blend of exquisite pleasure and mounting desire, overwhelmed Jane as Nathan lavished attention on her. He was so determined to overshadow her traumatic experience in her past.

Jane couldn't stop herself from shedding tears. She truly appreciated Nathan's effort. He was so gentle, making her feel safe and secure. 'Nate... Thank you... for doing your best to help me forget that night... Your gesture reassured me that you accept me wholeheartedly.'

Nathan's touches and caresses became an intoxicating dance, igniting a passionate flame that surged within her. Each tender kiss, each artful stroke of his tongue, sent waves of ecstatic pleasure rippling through her.

Nathan's approach was tender and unhurried, his primary intention to immerse Jane in a world of sensation and pleasure. His soft touch reflected his desire for her to savor every moment, cherishing the intimacy they shared without any rush or urgency.

As his mouth devoured her breasts and nipples alternately, Nathan's free hand ventured southward, tracing a path down her quivering thighs. His fingers moved with gentle grace, eliciting a series of subtle, anticipatory shivers from Jane.

"Ooh~" she moaned softly, her lips forming an 'O'.

Nathan continued his advances. His fingertips danced along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. With each subtle stroke, a trail of tingling sensations followed, teasing and tempting her further. Nathan was very patient, setting aside his burning desire. His arousal could be seen on the bulge of his pants. But his focus was dedicated to Jane's pleasure. He consciously suppressed his urge to indulge in the fiery passion surging within him. He needed to restrain himself for a moment, controlling his desire to claim her right away.

In ordinary circumstances, the intensity of his desire would have urged him to seize the moment and fulfill their passionate desires, penetrating her and uniting with her. But this instance was different. Nathan understood the significance of this intimate connection with Jane, wanting to imprint this wonderful memory in her mind to override her painful memories in the past.

In this unhurried dance of intimacy, Nathan aimed to create an ambiance of pure bliss, a space where time seemed to stand still, solely dedicated to the pleasure and satisfaction of Jane.