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.

her. The small woman instinctively curled into his arms, her tiny movement filling

winter will ever

fell into a deep sleep. But just hours later, he was

slightly, her sleepy eyes fluttering open. Her

low and gentle. "It's still early. Go back to sleep. Don't go to the office today; you've just returned. Rest and

Aurora, eyes shut and lips pouting, seemed to be asking for a

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

could be more blissful than holding the woman you love

protect her, he needed to strengthen his wings, to ensure she could always sleep

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

reminded him

exterior around him. Her

felt refreshed and energized. He tiptoed out of the

time in New York, she had maintained a strict routine, going

lazily sat up in bed. The blanket slipped down to her waist, revealing her flawless curves

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

walking around barefoot indoors, and, afraid that the winter cold might bother her, he had covered the 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,

like his love. Aurora threw on a light robe and padded barefoot across the

meticulous, weaving into every corner of her life. How could she

heavy curtains. Snow was still falling, blanketing the world