Chapter 231

On this night, Zachary took things unusually slow and meticulously. He was as gentle as he was vigorous. Jessica wasn't sure if the villa had soundproofing doors. So, she bit down on her lower lip and forced herself not to make any noise. She fought to hold back the moans, clutching his arms so tightly that she left red marks on his skin. Underneath the dim moonlight, she could barely make out the veins popping on Zachary's forehead or the layer of sweat. Zachary let out a low, ragged breath, the strong stench of alcohol from him pouring down on her. Strangely, even the stinging stench felt somewhat comforting when it came from him. It was said that drunken men couldn't perform in bed, but this theory fell apart when it came to Zachary. In fact, he was far from that. He bent over Jessica, hand resting lightly beside her, and kissed her deeply. He pressed against her softly. Every movement was softer than usual. It was achingly unbearable. Jessica believed that this was Zacha