Her scent, damnably sweet.
Just now, she took the initiative to kiss him, making his whole body tremble, and the blood in his body surged up to his head.
He lifted her chin, mischievously asking.
"Why, the moment you see me, you can’t wait to have some?"
"You’re really a little ras~cal!"
Her sweet taste, tightness and completeness, occasionally echoing in his mind, made his body tense.
The first time he met her, she ignited a fire in him.
The desire was so arrogant.
He held back again and again, but in the end, he still pulled her to him, forcibly possessing her, and for several days he couldn’t bear to let her go.
In a single night, he could have her many times.
That extreme and satisfying pleasure lingered in the depths of his memory.
Alexander Kingsley’s gaze deepened, his rough finger pad grazed her soft lips.
Carla Carr felt a tingling numbness between her lips.
Because today the Carr Family called, making a fuss, she was in a bad mood and drank a little.
While drinking, she heard from the people in the squad that Alexander Kingsley went to Nightfall Palace, saying he went to find a woman and wouldn’t be back tonight!
Carla Carr accidentally drank too much.
She clung to his waist, refusing to let go.
The man’s fingers were caressing her lips, and before she could react, he kissed her deeply: "Mm!"
As he kissed her, he picked her up by the waist.
Holding her, he kissed her all the way to the bedside, tossing her onto the bed, his breath becoming rapid:
"Otherwise, bear the consequences!"
He was still so abstinent, domineering. It was as if he wasn’t the one entangled with her in bed in the past.
"Do you have a woman?"
Tears welled in her eyes.
She assumed he consented: "Admiral, I understand, you can go."
"So I’m leaving?" He straightened his back, actually leaving her room.
Carla Carr didn’t sleep well all night.
She didn’t eat breakfast.
She lay in bed unwilling to move, and the door was pushed open, a man striding in with long, straight legs.
"Time to get up, huh?"
Carla Carr ignored him, as she planned to leave today, so last night she tangled with him using the courage from alcohol, but he didn’t touch her.
She rubbed her head, realizing she hadn’t shaken off that bad habit.
Men don’t like women who throw themselves at them, right?
Seeing no response, Alexander Kingsley’s face darkened; it seemed last night she indeed held a belly full of anger? Huh?
Watching Carla Carr lazily strolling into the bathroom, he paused, then followed her inside.
Carla Carr finished washing up and had just exited the bathroom when she bumped into his chest.
Familiar masculine scent, mixed with intense hormones invaded her nose.
Through the thin clothes, she could feel his chest thumping.
She hadn’t forgotten last night’s events.
She asked if he was looking for a woman, and he admitted it.
She pushed him away: "Admiral, you’re blocking my way!"
He hooked her slender waist, pressing directly against the wall, lifting her nightgown, tightly close to her body.
He nibbled on her earlobe, a smirk playing on his lips: "Do I really have a woman? Huh?"
One little ras-cal was enough to keep him busy.
"Since the little ras-cal is angry, the handsome me has to properly soothe you! Huh?"
His tone was full of roguishness, mischief written all over his face.
"You... what do you want to do?"
"Do... things a man and woman can do... For example, ..."