Eva Nightingale rushed into the elevator.
Unexpectedly, a tall and imposing figure followed her in, the man extending his arms and directly wrapping them around her slender waist.
His large hands radiated a scorching warmth, enveloping her waist through the thin chiffon dress. She instantly felt overwhelmed by a powerful force, driving her into a state of passivity.
He was overwhelmingly dominant.
He pinned her against the elevator, his thin lips descending steadily towards her.
The wave of masculine hormones was intense and aggressive.
Her tender lips were tightly enveloped by his sensual thin lips, as he sucked and kissed her sweetly.
Sweet little thing, her taste is really sweet...
"Mmm~" Eva Nightingale was caught off guard, her cherry lips captured by him, his dominant intensity undiminished, filling her mouth with his strong masculine flavor.
This was an elevator!
What, what, what did he want to do?
And why did she find this kissing in the elevator so familiar, a feeling of déjà vu... Updates are released by novel·fiɾe·net
In her moment of distraction.
He hooked her fuzzy head again, holding it captive.
Then, he slipped his sensual tongue into her mouth, entangling with her fragrant, soft tongue.
Enough to make any woman lose her senses.
Her body soon went soft, nearly unable to catch her breath, and she instinctively extended her hand to push him away.
He didn’t give her a chance to resist, only slightly softening his kiss, then whispered into her ear: "Eva."
Hmm? She inexplicably felt this scene was familiar.
"Can you stop kissing me..."
Unable to take it from him.
So devilishly handsome, and such a lethal kiss.
"Call me husband." he suddenly lifted her delicate chin, commanding, "Good, baby, call me husband."
Her whole body tingled with softness.
Her body limp, she could only cling onto his shoulder...
That night, she seemed to call him that.
In her memory, the night he wanted her, she remembered her body was somewhat disobedient, clinging to his lean waist, unwilling to let go.
She clung to him, stammering just one sentence: Husband~
At that moment, she distinctly felt his body tense suddenly, then his breathing became inexplicably heavy.
He abruptly lifted her up, and possessed her fiercely.
She still remembered that scene vividly.
The cold, stern aura of this man now made her uneasy...
"Crown Prince." she murmured weakly.
But before she could finish, he sealed her lips again: "Mmm."
His brows knitted with dissatisfaction, little woman, the title Crown Prince was not for her, she should call him husband, understand?
She was the one who had provoked his fire...
Little woman, she was not so easy.
"You’ve stirred the fire, now you must be responsible, hmm?"
"..." She bit her lips, her cherry mouth kissed to the point of glistening transparency, "I, I didn’t mean to just now..." She truly didn’t know.
She unhesitatingly grabbed a handful.
Then, sensing danger, she fled immediately.
"Then can I kiss you as compensation?" she said, after all, he was so handsome, smelled so good, she didn’t lose anything at all.
He seemed to really enjoy kissing her.
And also, it seemed he could never get enough of it.