In a few swift motions, he tore her clothes off, then leaned in and kissed her again.
Eva Nightingale was bewildered.
Her whole body was bitten by him, leaving marks of blue and purple.
Mister President, is this really a "body inspection"? Is inspecting one’s body done through such kissing?
"Mmm... Crown Prince, please stop... mmm."
She whimpered again, her tone carrying a trace of pleasure, but before she could finish speaking, he sealed her lips once more.
She felt his intensely possessive taste spreading in her mouth again; initially, she tried to avoid it...
But as he kissed her, and kissed her again, her body uncontrollably leaned towards him.
Her little lips also became proactive, actively accommodating him...
No, what is going on?
Is her body too weak-willed, or is his kissing skill too superb, making her lose herself... ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by ⓝovelFire.net
His large hand moved up from her small waist, finally clasping onto her delicate back, pulling her up entirely, and carried her towards the big bed.
At first, he remained calm, but now he was as fierce as a wild beast.
He placed the tender body of this little woman onto the bed and then dominantly pressed down.
He is a soldier, extremely skilled in combat, and swiftly made this little woman submit, as he usually does... folding her into any position he desires.
Her eyes had already started to blur, stammering her refusal.
"Crown Prince... don’t... don’t... please..."
Hmm? His movements froze for a moment, his husky voice: "Baby, you want it?"
"..." No, that’s not it! She clearly said she didn’t want it; she said she didn’t, but how did it become a yes to him?
"Baby~ do you want it?" He whispered mischievously into her ear, making her whole body tingle with numbness.
Even if she wants it, he can’t give it to her.
Because she’s pregnant, carrying two little buns.
Those are his heirs; he can’t let anything happen to them.
Though she’s stable now, it still can’t be that way; he had her only the other night. Tonight, she should rest, wait until tomorrow night to give it to her?
"Baby, even if you want it, I can’t give it to you." He held her, embraced her like that, without doing anything more to her.
"..." Eva Nightingale was shocked. Mister President, I said no; Eva doesn’t want it! She explained with a flushed face, "Crown Prince..."
Before she could finish her words, his sexy thin lips, warm breath, pressed down on her again, pecking her little mouth.
Then his magnetically enchanting voice sounded lowly, full of command: "I am your man."
"Man?" She was puzzled.
"Mm." His tone was somewhat impatient, lifting her sexy little buttock with a light but firm smack, completely as a form of punishment, "smack."
"From now on, call me husband." His tone was entirely commanding, devoid of any ambiguity, demanding that this little woman call him husband.
Of course, he is her man, and she is his woman; naturally, she should call him husband.
"..." She only felt the skin he touched was burning hot; he even touched her little butt, bumped her little butt...
But this seemed not to be enough.
Without getting her response.
He kissed her, refusing to let go.
Rendering her body soft and weak, until a whimper escaped her lips, he stopped, still lingering, with a commanding tone again: "Good baby, call me husband. Mm?"