In the few days since their marriage, he and she have tried many places in the villa, but never the bookroom.
Adrian Walyon suddenly envisioned her back facing him, leaning over the desk, her back white as snow, exquisite curves displayed with enticing allure.
As he pondered this, Adrian’s body felt a surge of heat.
Summer Sutton cautiously raised her face to glance at him, noticing his unusual expression, her heart skipped a beat.
Adrian held her as they entered the bookroom, closing the door behind them with a flick of his hand.
Summer’s heart raced, her hand clutching tightly to his thin shirt, her fingertips wringing his shirt into layers of wrinkles.
Adrian carried her to the desk, placing her upon it.
Summer’s legs dangled over the edge of the desk, Adrian’s body squeezed in close, making her feel awkward.
Her eyes darted around, trying to avoid him, but Adrian wouldn’t allow it.
His fingertips pinched her delicate chin, forcing her to lift her face as his lips gently met hers. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novᴇlfire.net
Adrian wasn’t someone who feared the cold, the heating in the bookroom wasn’t on.
Yet Summer shivered from the chill, "Adrian, I’m a bit cold."
She wanted him to turn on the heating first to ease her tension.
However, Adrian showed no intention of withdrawing, "You won’t be cold soon."
His slightly cool lips pecked lightly at hers, sucking gently at her lips, and his kisses dropped delicately on her forehead, brow, and nose.
Adrian’s kisses carried a slight chill, like petals drifting across her cheek, unlike his usual roughness, the touch left Summer a bit drunk.
This sensation was like drinking a rich glass of red wine, leaving Summer’s head a bit dizzy.
She didn’t know how it happened, in a daze, her hand reached up to his shoulder.
Yet Adrian was dissatisfied with her compliance, pulling her arms down and wrapping them around his waist, embracing him, suddenly making his kisses fierce.
While kissing her, he pressed heatedly against her, forcing her to respond.
Summer breathed heavily, her hands slowly moving up his solid back, holding him tightly, she leaned in to meet him...
On the small desk, Adrian used all sorts of positions...
Because they slept too late last night, Summer was late the next day!
"Adrian, I’m late for class, it’s all your fault!" Rushing into the bathroom, Summer complained to him as she washed up, "This morning I have a professional class, if I miss too many, I’ll have to retake the exam at the end of the term."
"Adrian, you’ve torn my clothes again! How many pieces is it now?"
"Adrian, there’s a mark from you on my neck, how am I supposed to face people today?"
Her complaints were numerous and hadn’t stopped since getting up.
Adrian walked over slowly to her, coming up behind her, staring at her reflected in the mirror, his expression calm, "Complaining so much, it seems I wasn’t able to satisfy Mrs. Walyon last night."
Pausing momentarily, he raised his eyebrow slightly, "Shall we continue?"
Summer’s whole body stiffened, her face-washing motion halting.
Turning her face, she looked at him in disbelief, seeing his somewhat earnest gaze, she was startled.
"Don’t, I’m already really late!" Her hand pressed against his chest, afraid he’d come on directly.
"As a husband, making sure your wife is satisfied is very necessary!" Adrian slowly moved a step closer to her.