Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 664 - 358 Are you here for the 1st time?
His eyes slowly admired her body like a king surveying his kingdom, his scorching gaze seemed to carry a fiery heat, making one restless and uneasy.
He patted the bed, signaling her with his eyes to get onto it.
Avery Jane’s head was almost hanging down to her chest, her long hair partially covering her enticing body. She climbed onto the bed and lay down stiffly beside him.
"The way you tremble with fear is truly alluring." The man, his muscular body leaning closer, praised her beauty in a low voice.
"Can we turn off the lights?" Avery Jane pleaded like a desperate little animal, thinking if all this happened in darkness, she could later convince herself it was just a nightmare.
But at this moment, even with her eyes tightly shut, she could feel the warm amber light, a reminder that this was not a dream, none of it was a dream.
"Can we turn off the lights?" Avery Jane pleaded like a desperate little animal, thinking if all this happened in darkness, she could later convince herself it was just a nightmare, but at this moment, even with her eyes tightly shut, she could feel the warm amber light, a reminder that this was not a dream, none of it was a dream.
"No, I like watching you, possessing you."
Indeed, he didn’t want to miss a single expression or move. He wanted to see how she drove men crazy at her climax.
He didn’t know when his robe had fallen off, revealing deeply tanned skin with prominent muscles. Even without opening her eyes, she could feel it.
"Little one, I really doubt you can endure..." His words were too direct and blunt, causing Avery Jane to shift uneasily, eyelashes fluttering like a startled sprite.
Rough fingers gently brushed aside the long hair draping over her, gliding over her full forehead, tracing every line of her face, her beauty truly a gift from the creator.
Slowly it moved down her neck to her sensual collarbone, his breaths becoming heavy, fingers touching her tender petals, gently brushing over them, making Avery’s body shiver lightly as though struck by electricity.
"Such a sensitive little one."
Two fingers mischievously pinched the tender petals, rolling and kneading them slowly, a large hand covering the entire fullness, savoring its excellent elasticity and feel, while his thin lips pressed against Avery Jane’s neck, feeling her pulse.
"You’re really nervous, huh?" His low laughter made the woman beneath him even more ashamed.
"Open your eyes and look at me. I want you to watch as I take your body."
Avery Jane’s eyes tightly shut, igniting a sudden anger in Joshua Hughes.
Just who was she thinking of? Closing her eyes, she wanted to imagine him as someone else?
He forbade any foolish thoughts.
This woman was soon to belong completely to him; he desired her wholehearted submission, not this corpse-like rigidity and reluctance.
Avery Jane opened her eyes, looking at the man leaning over her, his thin lips curling in a determined smile.
The light in his eyes was darker than the night outside, as deep as a starless night sky.
In the air, the scent of his musk blended with her faint, almost imperceptible, enticing fragrance.
He loved her scent, as if it wafted from her snow-white delicate skin, such a subtle fragrance coming from her blood. His heavy breaths mingled with her faint breaths in the room, exuding an indescribable allure.
"Even your trembling drives men wild..." The man’s large hands uncontrollably started kneading heavily, biting her pale earlobe, whispering wildly in her ear, while sucking on her delicate, pawn-like earlobe, nipping at it with his teeth.
The stinging pain carried a tingling and indescribable thrill, wave after wave crashing into her brain. This man was adept at the art of intimacy, raw as Avery Jane was, how could she be his match?
"After tonight, Avery Jane, you won’t be able to leave me..." After saying this, his voice became lower and hoarser.
His large hands played with her proud fullness with scorching heat, his eyes flushed red watching it change into various shapes in his hands, with the tip hardening and pressing against his palm, crimson eyes watching those beautiful petals as he lowered his head, devouring most of the fullness fiercely. He told himself not to rush.
