"Crown Prince, can I just give you a kiss?" A kiss to satisfy him, then he should let her go home, right?
"Mm." He slightly curled his lips.
The little woman’s reaction made him quite pleased, warming his heart greatly.
He leaned down, bringing his seductive lips close to her.
Eva Nightingale clutched his neck, closed her beautiful eyes, and kissed him.
Hmm, damn it! Her lips were so soft, so fragrant, so smooth, and she was being so proactive, it was driving him crazy.
After all, he was a man.
A strong and vigorous man.
A man with considerable prowess.
Her actions were undoubtedly igniting a fire.
Hmm, discovering her allure, he indeed got greedy, picked her up into his arms, then carried her into the presidential suite.
Eva: "..." Oh my! Mr. President, this unruly Crown Prince, what does he intend to do?
Wasn’t it agreed that a kiss would be enough to let her go?
But instead, he swiftly scooped her up, her cheek directly bumping into his chest, turning her face red from the impact.
He gently rubbed her fluffy head: "Husband is just giving you a kiss..."
"As long as you’re obedient, and don’t ignite any fires."
"..." What does he mean by her igniting fires? Ugh, this man! So domineering! Plus, so macho, she couldn’t resist his charming hold!
And every time he had to ruffle her hair, she really couldn’t stand it.
She simply wrapped her arms around his waist, then negotiated with him: "Mr. President, what are you planning to do with me now?"
Is he planning to do that kind of thing again?
He said she was carrying his child, and she was doubtful, because she had no memory of it.
"Checking your body." He pushed open the door to the suite, then carried her inside.
Hmm, calculating the days, she was about two months pregnant now.
A pair of dragon and phoenix twins.
She didn’t know, because he hadn’t told her, he was worried, this little woman was so absent-minded.
Because it wasn’t noticeable, so... her belly wasn’t showing, and wearing clothes, it was impossible to tell she was pregnant.
The lighting in the room was dim and ambiguous.
The air was filled with a sense of sensuality and romance.
As soon as they entered the room, he couldn’t wait to block her lips, originally wanting to endure, but this little thing was igniting fires all over him, filling him with desire.
Her scent was always so unforgettable.
She always had a faint fragrance, not like perfume, but something akin to orchids or plums, faint yet pervasive, completely captivating him. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
"Crown Prince... don’t..."
She whimpered, staring at him with her watery eyes.
"Don’t what?" He set her down.
Beneath her feet, a soft, thick Persian Carpet.
Behind her, a cold wall, the sensation making her very uneasy.
How long had she known him?
In her memory, she had only slept with him once, so this couldn’t continue.
Because for the moment, there were only two people in the room, her and him. A man and a woman, the atmosphere unbearably romantic.
Furthermore, she could hear his slightly rapid breathing, what if, what if he forced himself on her?
That night, he had already planted hickeys all over her chest, she was shocked when she saw it.
"Be good." Seeing her tense expression. Did he appear that scary? He didn’t plan on doing anything to her.
Every time, it was she who clung to his waist, asking for more, never willing to let go...
Now, seeing her in this state, he felt a warmth inside.