This was Bella Acker’s first drunken kiss with Damian Sinclair, just like an innocent young girl, her face flushed and body weak from being kissed, only able to cling tightly to his shoulders.
Like a boat in a stormy sea at night, drifting along the waves.
"Dam... Damian." Bella Acker slightly tilted her head to accept the kiss, dazed and unaware when the kiss began, transforming from gentle to domineering.
Her entire body softened, facing the increasingly dominant kiss, she could only be forced to endure.
Initially, Damian Sinclair indeed intended to soothe her frightened heart gently, but the more he kissed, the more he craved the sweetness from her mouth, unconsciously transforming into a hungry wolf.
As for his self-control, which he always prided himself on. Anyway, it no longer existed in front of this little woman; why should he pretend?
He wanted her, every moment from their separation to now.
Damian Sinclair kissed Bella Acker.
Their lips and teeth intertwined, Bella Acker clutched his shoulders, fully leaning her body into his embrace, closely adhering to him.
"Dam... Damian..." Bella Acker was uncomfortable from his teasing, perhaps because of the alcohol, her whole body seemed ready to ignite.
She had never felt so uncomfortable before. Like a ball of fire thrown into her heart, boiling her with discomfort.
She desperately leaned into his broad chest, retracting her previously arched legs to coil around his lean waist, seeking more solace.
Damian Sinclair roamed one hand over her body, supporting her buttocks with the other, lifting his head during the kisses, gently biting her already swollen lips, coaxing, "Call me husband."
"I... I feel uncomfortable." Bella Acker’s mind was in a fog, relying only on instinct to approach the comforting familiar presence.
"Call me husband." Damian Sinclair continued coaxing, "Call me husband, and I’ll make you feel good."
"Hus... husband..." Bella Acker finally succumbed to temptation, whispering breathlessly.
Damian Sinclair’s gaze deepened, his iron-hard part was even more painfully swollen, but he always had patience, kissing her while guiding her hand to his waistband, softly coaxing, "Undo my pants for your husband."
Bella Acker attempted to comply, but her entire body was weak and her mind unclear, fumbling around but unable to undo it, pouting in frustration, "I can’t undo it, what should I do?" Tears welled up as she spoke.
"Silly girl." This wicked and heartless little woman always tested the limits of his patience.
Every time she infuriated him, making him want to strangle her, but he never could bring himself to do it.
Damian Sinclair punished her with a gentle bite on her neck.
The neck was Bella Acker’s most sensitive spot; being bitten made her body instinctively curl up, snuggling into his arms.
"Mm." The small companion that had just been freed was directly nudged, making Damian Sinclair stifle a groan, "Little devil, see how I’ll deal with you."
As he spoke, he tugged her jeans from her waist to her knees, reaching his limit, entering her while supporting her waist.
The bodies, already harmoniously matched, instantly reached a dual alignment of body and soul, both holding each other tightly and sighing in satisfaction.