"..." What does he want to do? This is the bathroom, he won’t act recklessly, right?
She suddenly reached out to push him.
But even with all her strength, she couldn’t move him an inch.
He was like an iceberg, tightly wrapping her slender waist with his large hands.
Then his seductive thin lips kissed her back through the clothes, the skin he touched radiating warmth.
"Don’t... let me go."
Even through the clothes, she couldn’t stand his kisses .
"Don’t be nervous, relax." His tone remained devilish, tinged with a hoarse allure, "I haven’t done anything to you yet. What are you nervous about? Or do you hope that I’ll do something to you? Hmm?"
He forcibly turned her face and kissed her hard again.
Her lips were so soft, he could never get enough of kissing them.
Just like the first time he kissed her, as soon as he touched her, his self-control scattered hopelessly.
He really enjoyed the feeling of kissing her.
Carla Carr felt a tingling sensation all over her body, as if an electric current ran through her.
This feeling was somewhat addictive.
But he was so overbearing, she was nearly out of breath, and he still wouldn’t let go.
He greedily slipped his alluring tongue into her mouth, sucking her lips over and over.
She bit his lip hard and then suddenly pushed him away, dashing out of the room.
Alexander Kingsley stood in place, full of heat, looking at her.
"Little rascal, you dare reject me?"
"Alexander Kingsley, don’t come over!" She stepped back.
She had been thinking a lot recently, feeling that her motives for approaching him were impure, merely using him as a shield, so... she decided to stop.
She would be leaving in the afternoon.
So, of course, she couldn’t let anything happen with him now...
Her sudden withdrawal displeased him.
Not only did he not listen to her, but he also walked over, stripping off his clothes as he went, tossing them all to the ground.
He didn’t believe he couldn’t coax her back.
Kissing wasn’t enough.
The only way was to coax her in bed!
This was his woman, his first woman, and she would also be his last woman.
He wanted to cherish her at the core of his heart.
He naturally couldn’t stand seeing her wronged.
His tone softened a bit: "Sweetheart, be good~ I really didn’t find another woman last night, do you care so much because you’ve fallen for me? Hmm?"
"..." She was slightly stunned.
She didn’t expect him to explain this matter again.
"Call me hubby." He hugged her and carried her to the big bed, "How long has it been since you called me that? I want to hear you say it."
The last time she called him that was the night they slept together.
She was exceptionally obedient, cooperating with him.
Throughout, she clung to him, affectionately calling, hubby, hubby.
He never forgot it. He missed it from time to time.
He didn’t call her wife, instead giving her a nickname, "little rascal," because she was really such a rascal usually!
His voice, like a poppy flower, carried a deadly temptation.
Coming back to her senses, she found herself already placed on the big bed, and he was pressing down on her, impatiently biting the skin on her neck.
Before long, her neck was covered with his exclusive marks.
"Little rascal, is this enough? Hmm?"
"Mm~" Her eyelashes trembled slightly in pain, "Alexander Kingsley, stop kissing, it’s all hickeys, how can I face anyone?"
However, it was as if he didn’t hear her, burying his head and biting her lips again.
What’s wrong with kissing her?
What’s wrong with leaving a few hickeys on her?