Her soft, tender voice, laced with sweetness and a coquettish pride, struck his ears.
Even Thomas Shannon was taken aback.
He had imagined her voice but hadn’t anticipated it could strike the heart so directly.
Sophie Sullivan sensed something was amiss. She looked up, her eyebrows furrowing slightly in annoyance. She was just about to rebuke him when she noticed Thomas Shannon, who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
With one hand, Sophie Sullivan clutched the towel beneath her, covering her chest as she tried to stand up. However, the man’s broad palm landed on her smooth back.
With just a slight push—THUMP.
She was instantly pressed down.
Thomas Shannon’s lips curved into a smirk. His handsome face, his eyes shimmering, took on an increasingly roguish and captivating allure. He chuckled lightly. "Has your voice recovered?"
Sophie Sullivan didn’t want to respond to him.
She turned her head to the side, pretending she hadn’t heard.
"Not talking?" Thomas Shannon’s hand slid down her spine, slipping into the crevice of her firm buttocks.
The strange sensation instantly put Sophie Sullivan on edge.
Her body stiffened, and she growled in vexation, "Thomas Shannon, stop it!"
So soft and tender, yet so very coquettish.
Thomas Shannon chuckled lowly, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand. He leaned down, his fringe falling onto her skin, brushing lightly against it.
It sent a jolt of electricity across her skin.
Sophie Sullivan held her breath. "Stop it!"
"How long has it been since I last had you, hm?" Thomas Shannon gripped her chin with one hand, turned her face to his, and pressed his thin lips to her red ones.
He nibbled them with utmost intimacy.
Rascal! Sophie Sullivan cursed him wildly in her heart. He just got back and already wants me. What a beast!
"I just realized, your current position is quite nice."
He released her lips. His own moved close to her ear, his low, husky voice accompanied by warm breath that ghosted fully into her ear. "It must feel amazing," he whispered.
"Try a different word."
The sound of the belt’s metal buckle unfastening.
With a SWOOSH, the belt was pulled out and thrown on the ground.
Sophie Sullivan realized he was serious and anxiously reminded him, "Are you crazy? Do you know where this is?"
This was a room with a one-way mirror; you could see out from inside, but not in from outside.
White veils hung from the ceiling all around the room, fluttering gently in the breeze.
The aroma of incense constantly wafted through the air, soothing the senses.
The white veils, purely decorative, offered no concealment whatsoever.
Sophie Sullivan’s concerns were of no importance in Thomas Shannon’s eyes.
The man’s hand slid in, probing cautiously. Sophie Sullivan bit her lip, struggling. "Thomas Shannon, can’t you be less beastly!"
He overcame all resistance, their bodies tangling in profound intimacy.
Afterward, Sophie Sullivan was limp and utterly spent. Thomas Shannon carried her out of the SPA room and all the way back to the castle.
The servants and maids all saw it; even Minimus Hart saw it with his own eyes.