Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 54 The Wedding Night (Extra Update)

Inside the elegant yet unpretentious bedroom, Maxwell Peary stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, clad in a bathrobe, a glass of red wine gently swirling in his hand.

In the soft light, his long lashes cast shadows beneath them, lending his chiseled profile greater depth.

His lips curved slightly. After taking a sip of wine, he glanced at his watch, then nonchalantly toward the bathroom.

"Nia Mitchell, you’ve been showering for an hour now."

The sound of running water had halted moments before. Nia Mitchell tightened her bathrobe, leaning anxiously against the bathroom wall.

"I’m not done yet!"

Nia cried out in embarrassment. As if afraid he wouldn’t believe her, she quickly turned on the showerhead, and water gushed out.

"AH!"

Nia had forgotten she was already clean and wearing her bathrobe; as the water poured down, she was instantly drenched.

"What’s wrong?"

Hearing the scream, Maxwell Peary immediately set down his wine glass and strode anxiously to the bathroom door, ready to push it open.

"Nothing!"

Nia’s words were cut short as the bathroom door was flung open.

Nia tore her gaze from her drenched robe to the figure standing in the doorway, his eyes burning with an intense heat.

"AH! You, get out, get out, get out!"

Nia flailed in panic, completely forgetting she was in a bathroom slick with water. Her feet slipped out from under her.

Oh no!

Those two words were the last thing to flash through Nia’s mind as she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impending pain.

After waiting for what felt like a long time without any pain, Nia cautiously peeked open one eye.

Maxwell Peary’s magnified face filled her vision.

"Tha...thank...MPH..."

A warmth spread across her lips. Nia balled her hands into fists and pounded them against his chest.

Maxwell Peary paid no mind to her feeble struggles. His tongue darted out, skillfully capturing her delicate, retreating one.

MMH...

Nia slowly closed her eyes, surrendering to Maxwell’s dominance, feeling the lingering connection between their lips.

Her back sank into softness as Nia felt herself being laid on the large bed. Her face flushed, and she shyly kept her eyes closed, even after his lips left hers.

"Feeling shy?"

Maxwell Peary gently brushed a damp strand of hair from her face. He gazed down at her flushed cheeks, the sight utterly intoxicating.

Before Nia could say anything to spoil the mood, he bent down again, capturing her lips tenderly, giving her no chance to escape.

He slowly untied her snow-white bathrobe. His kisses trailed from her forehead to her lips, then down to her collarbone, filling the room with a sensuous enchantment.

"MMM..."

Nia moaned, a sound mingling discomfort with bliss.

"I’m very satisfied with what I see."

Maxwell Peary’s low, husky voice murmured in her ear. Embarrassed, Nia instinctively tried to cover herself.

Maxwell Peary gave her no such chance. He immediately leaned in and nibbled on her small ear.

"MMH..."

Nia shivered slightly, squirming, wishing he would move away.

But now, Maxwell Peary was completely exposed before her, and she no longer possessed the strength to break free.

"Follow me."

His voice echoed in her ear. Nia gradually calmed, slowly responding to his kiss.

Receiving her response, Maxwell Peary lost all restraint, slowly sinking himself into her.

"ER..."

Before Nia could make a sound, he silenced her lips once more.

"Good girl, the pain will pass quickly."

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