After helping Felix Shaw to sit on the bed, Mia Foster knelt behind him and carefully wiped his short hair, her concentration evident in every careful stroke of the towel as she dried each strand.
It was only after she finished that Mia noticed several purple bruises along Felix’s back, just below his waist. Felix’s skin was so smooth that the marks were strikingly conspicuous.
They were left there protecting her.
Still holding the towel, Mia’s hand involuntarily reached out to touch the bruises.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Mia asked, softly caressing them with her fingertips, feeling the raised texture of the marks and filling with both guilt and tenderness.
Felix didn’t pull away; instead, he turned his head to look at her, his gaze falling on the bruises on his back, his eyelashes slightly lowered, and his profile sharply defined.
Mia’s brow furrowed with evident distress.
Her fingertips lingered over the bruises before slowly trailing down. Some marks were hidden beneath the bath towel. Mia knew that the wall wasn’t high, so the impacts had hit below the waist.
Her eyebrows knotted tighter, perhaps moved by emotion, Mia leaned down and pressed her lips to the bruises.
The sudden contact made Felix’s body stiffen. His hands, bracing on the bed, unconsciously gripped the sheets tighter. He twisted his head to see the clumsy, yet careful, way Mia tenderly kissed the bruises, his heart stirring.
With little experience in kissing, Mia followed her instincts, her lips gently passing over each spot, leaving tender licks and light sweeps with the tip of her tongue...
No ordinary man could resist such seduction, especially from a woman fresh from a bath, carrying a faint scent unique to her, dressed in his clothes. What was initially a modest V-neck on her became a deep V. As she bent down to kiss him, he had a clear view of the profound cleavage...
He had felt the fullness in his grasp.
His adam’s apple sliding up and down sensually, Felix lifted Mia’s chin with his long fingers, and as she looked at him uncomprehendingly, he leaned in slowly with his handsome face and kissed her lips, savoring the touch.
Instinctively, without thought, their emotions flared, and he turned his neck, sitting on the bed, while she kneeled behind him, embracing his neck from above.
Before they knew it, their positions had switched; the woman previously kneeling on the bed was now underneath the man, the kiss continuing, and his broad palm was kneading her, moving in unhurried strokes, all coming naturally as he saw her eyes well up with moisture...
"Felix..." Mia called out, an instinctive invitation from the depths of her soul. The V-neck shirt she wore had already been lifted up, and at that moment, Felix’s solid abs pressed tightly against her abdomen.
Felix responded with a "Hmm," his serious and tense face reflected in his stern features. One large hand slid down, stopping at the waistband of his lounge pants, slightly pushing down, his fingertips grazing her full buttocks.
Everything was so beautiful; the girl beneath him had a peach-blossom radiant face, her lips dewy and her eyes misty, like an enchanting sylph waiting for him to ravish her mercilessly.
His body was hard as iron, looking for an outlet to grind against fiercely. The hand on the lounge pants hesitated no longer, gripping her firmly, and revealing her beauty to the air.
Not rushing to thrust in, he gently rubbed her through the thin fabric, listening to her involuntary, soft moans, he slowly propped up his body.