Chapter 23

Isaac

“Sleep love." I whisper in her ears. She shifts slightly and I groan when her hips graze my length. “Women, stop moving." I snapped, my voice strained. My hands tightens on her belly and breathing gets heavy. “Hah." I huff when she finally stops moving.

I gaze at her side profile.

Her pale cheeks which were blemish less a few hours earlier now have a slap mark. A slap mark given by me. That slap must have given a lot of pain, since I had put half of my strength in it. In only two days, I have given her three bruises, one on her cheek and two on her wrist of both hands.

Though for the stunt she pulled today, she deserved the slap then why am I feeling regretful. Her blemished cheeks were giving me pain and breaking my heart. I could never digest a bruise on her. Though I have always tried to control my strength while handling her, I always end up giving her one.

I flip to the other side and grab the cream from the night stand.

I had asked our doctor for the best cream