Two weeks later, Jasper invites Clara to go to the beach, obeying the woman's request. Jasper's busy life in his business that began to expand made him have little free time. It bored Clara, especially since she was not allowed to go outside the house because the man forbade her.
This morning, Clara was preparing her luggage. Jasper, who walked into the room, smiled at how much his wife's face looked radiant, more beautiful when compared to a few days ago. He walked up to the woman, then wrapped both arms around Clara's waist instantly.
Clara almost gasped, but she didn't get a punch when she realized that her adherent was Jasper. The woman turned around and cupped her husband's cheek instantly. "What's wrong, Honey?" she asked in an alluring tone.
Jasper landed a sweet peck on Clara's lips. There was a sense of emotion and happiness there considering they had never been so happy and peaceful after losing the baby and the kidnapping incident happened. The lips of the two squeezed each other intimately, flowing positive energy that aroused their desire.
"Stop, not now," Clara whispered as she untied their tongues.
Jasper scowled. "I want one time," he said.
"Honey...."
The man murmured spoiledly. "It's still very early. The beach attendant hasn't opened the gate yet," he whined. "We can do it here to warm up."
Clara sighed softly. "Indeed, how many days do we want there?" she asked later.
Jasper was silent and sighed. "We will live in my private villa over there. When you wake up, you will immediately see the beach waves in the morning, Baby. It's really good for improving your mood as well as your energy."
"And your energy too," Clara continued, draped in a nod by Jasper.
"One week," said the blue-eyed man. "Or one month? As you like. I've finished all my work and we can have fun there."
Clara smiled broadly. She framed Jasper's jaw with both hands and scrambled the man's lips with great fanfare. "Thank you," she said.
Jasper didn't chime in. He again pecked and fondled his wife's lips. One hand grabbed Clara's body, while the other squeezed the woman's buttocks, and carried her in infinite pleasure.
The blue-eyed man lay Clara onto the mattress, not caring if their things were still scattered because Clara hadn't finished packing them into the suitcase. Jasper kissed his wife's face and spread all the way to the niche of the neck. Clara's seductive made his lust rise rapidly. Tell who the woman is fishing for him in this blind morning. Jasper would love to be served even if he just woke up.
"Ah … Jasper …."
Clara groaned softly, making Jasper quickly insert one hand into the oversize shirt she was wearing. The man squeezed Clara's tender and mouth-watering breasts. Not only did he stop there, Jasper unbuttoned the shirt until it revealed Clara's two twin mountains that made him thirsty instantly. Jasper quickly sucked it with one hand the other starting to twist and fiddle with Clara's light brown nipples. Adorable in his opinion.
"Honey, slow down...."
The female squirmed. One of her limbs lifted up and hooked it around Jasper's waist instantly, making the man feel the warmth that radiated down there. Jasper stopped playing with Clara's breasts and turned to a place where the woman could satisfy his lust. Jasper's fingers played shrewdly down there like a kid were digging a well. Clara groaned very fondly. Her hands gripped her husband's hair and made Jasper even more crazier.
So many minutes later, Jasper's swiped Clara's intimate parts. Very hard and tense. "Put it in, Honey...," the woman said.
Jasper pecked his wife's cheek for a moment. "Call my name, Clara," he hissed right beside Clara's ear to make the woman's chest rippling violently.
"Jasper …."
Oh, Clara's call for him in between those notes of enjoyment made Jasper's desire stir. The man quickly inserted his that had been stiffening since just now. Moreover, the two of them no longer wear a single thread on the body and make it easier for Jasper to do this sweaty game.
Clara groaned. Her two hands were intertwined around Jasper's neck and felt her own explored down there. Her husband's was very big and muscular, making Clara couldn't help herself. Plus Jasper's movements were very fast and very gentle. Clara was made soaring to heaven by him.
"Jasper... slow down...."
Jasper heard it, but he didn't seem to care. His waist moved faster and faster and made the moans of heaven coming out of Clara's mouth even more crazier. The two struggled so hard that they reached the peak of enjoyment together.
***
An explosion was created when a transparent lightning shot out and hit a tree trunk in the backyard of Eden's mansion. A man seemed to put down one hand. He sighed.
"Your progress is really fast, Bran," said a woman who was sitting in one of the chairs. She sipped a cup of warm tea on the table for a moment.
Brandon turned around. His red eyes seemed to flash. A thin recess was engraved on the corner of his lips. His athletic body makes anyone tempted by him. Let alone other people, Annelise was also enamored with the man who is now completely the Black Witcher.
The woman poured a cup of tea and gave it to Brandon as the man sat in a still empty chair. The man took a sip for a moment. His eyes circulated for so many seconds.
"Where's Eden?" he asked.
Anne sighed. "He's in business," she replied.
Brandon frowned. "Indeed, there is such a thing in this world?"
Of course, the question made the white-haired woman churn. "Yes, Bran. This world and yours are no different," she chimed in. "We also run a business, meet friends, go to cafes and vacations together. It's all the same."
Brandon was stunned. His thoughts turned to the figure of his wife who was likely to have returned to the arms of her Werewolf husband. If indeed the human world and the Immortal world are no different, then why Clara prefer to live here rather than in her own world?
"Bran?"
The man gasped slightly and shook his head.
"You okay?" asked Anne.
Brandon nodded, then massaged his forehead. "I just... thinking of Clara," he said.
Anne leaned her body and let out a long breath. "Don't you want to look for her anymore?" she asked.
"Where should I look? Go back to that rotten house?" Brandon rolled his eyeballs in the middle. "I don't want to die yet, Anne."
The woman chuckled. "Let me tell you," she said, then looked at Brandon until both of their eyes crossed. "Beach," she continued. "They're on a beach vacation."
Brandon's forehead wrinkled instantly. "What do you mean?"
"Some time ago, I was assigned by Eden to spy on them and got word if the two were going on a beach vacation," Anne replied. "Maybe, they're there right now. I know where jasper's private villa and maybe you can get there visiting them."
Brandon was silent. His gaze changed somberly. How come? He desperately came here because he wanted to bring Clara back, but his wife was actually having fun with another man. His inner turmoil was in there.
"Bran?"
The man turned his head. Revealed a look on the face that could not be defined.
"Okay, let me get you there," the woman said then, then stood up from the chair. "You can negotiate with Clara and take her home subtly if you want. Come on!"
***