Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 513: His Tenderness

She had once resisted this sort of thing, especially when it first happened as an exchange - with a man she believed to be a stranger at the time.

Afterward, she developed an instinctive aversion and rejection toward intimacy of this nature. Asher had been aware of this, which is why, even when they shared the same bed, he never crossed any boundaries.

It wasn't until she was with Julian that she began to untangle the knots in her heart. She finally understood that such moments, shared with someone you love, were no longer tainted.

Julian kept her awake the entire night, proving his words true: he wanted her to know just how much he had missed her.

At 4:30 a. m., when she could no longer keep her eyes open, he finally let her rest. As soon as he released her, she fell asleep almost instantly, murmuring, "So tired."

Every time she fell asleep, Julian would tenderly carry her to the bathroom to clean her up. Aurora, completely unguarded in her subconscious trust for him, buried her face in his chest and allowed him to wash her without ever waking.

What Julian cherished most was this pure, wholehearted trust. With a soft smile curling his lips, he gently washed away the traces of himself from her body.

However, cleaning her up was always the most torturous part. Her soft, fair skin tempted him endlessly, but when he saw the exhaustion written across her delicate features, he suppressed his desires and focused on taking care of her.

A woman's strength could never match a man's, and seeing her sweetly asleep, he couldn't bear to disturb her further. With great care, he carried her back to bed.

Julian had always preferred cooler bedding in the winter; his personality was distant, even in sleep. But this year, with Aurora by his side, he took her needs into account. Knowing her body couldn't handle the cold, he had already replaced the sheets and duvet before she returned home.

He laid her down on a plush white blanket, ensuring her skin wouldn't touch the slightest chill. Aurora, lying bare on the snowy-white fabric, looked as pure and flawless as a newborn child.

The small woman instinctively curled into his arms, her tiny

winter will

close, he fell into a deep sleep. But just hours later, he was awake again for

sleepy eyes fluttering open. Her soft, dazed gaze met his.

and gentle. "It's still early. Go back to sleep. Don't

a soothing balm. Aurora, eyes shut and lips

before getting up. If not for his strong self-control, he might not have been able to leave her side

blissful than holding the woman you love on a

an ordinary man. To protect her, he needed to strengthen his wings, to ensure she

who would rise unfailingly at six or seven every morning, her once-steely discipline had softened

her small figure curled beneath the blankets, she reminded him

tough exterior around him. Her newfound softness suited her

washing up quietly, Julian felt refreshed and energized. He tiptoed out of the room, carefully closing the

was already 11 a. m. During her time in New York, she had maintained a strict routine, going to bed

slipped down to her waist, revealing her flawless

were here to see her languid posture, he would undoubtedly pounce like a ravenous

floors upstairs and downstairs with thick carpeting. At night, he would turn off the heater to prevent the room from becoming overly dry. The thick blanket and their intertwined bodies kept them warm enough. But every morning,

heater and the softness of the carpet wrapped around her like his love. Aurora threw

every corner of her

window, she pulled back the heavy curtains. Snow was still falling, blanketing the