Female NovelHe playfully nipped at her earlobe, questioning, “Am I more handsome or is Harold?”
Her inebriated mind struggled to respond and a yearning for sleep washed over her, but Waylen was unyielding.
Embracing him tenderly, Rena’s voice trembled with emotion as she admitted, “You’re more handsome than him.”
He placed a gentle kiss on her chin and inquired further, “Where were you two?”
Caught off guard by his own question, he found himself taken aback.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Soon, however, he realized that this was the inquiry he had silently yearned to make all along.
In response to his question, Rena simply kissed him back. “Why did you stop kissing me, Waylen?”
He gently held her chin, preventing her from moving away.
Rena’s eyes glistened with affection and it became evident that she hadn’t expressed her desires for him like this in a long time. Unlike their usual composed demeanor during intimate moments, she now showed a depth of emotion.
Under the sweltering heat, sweat trickled down Waylen’s forehead and Rena longed to release her pent-up frustrations in a scream…
As he held her waist, he persisted with his questioning. Rena blinked and softly murmured, “All I ever did with him was kiss.”
Overwhelmed by emotion, Waylen hugged her tightly, burying his face in her neck. For a while, he remained silent before speaking in a hushed tone, “Then, do you still have feelings for him?”
In response, Rena appeared to regain some sobriety, and gently caressed Waylen’s warm neck with her slender hand. Her voice was hoarse as she responded, “I don’t like him anymore.”
In a tender manner, Waylen resumed kissing Rena, each gesture filled with utmost care and affection.
Carrying her in his arms, he led her toward the bedroom.
Gradually, the crimson wine left its mark on the bed sheets, and Rena surrendered herself to passion, indulging in the moment.
Waylen hadn’t been this satisfied in a long time, and he found himself reluctant to stop, yearning for this bliss to last forever.
By the time their passionate encounter came to an end, the evening had descended.
Upon awakening, Rena found herself in a dimly lit bedroom, the quiet atmosphere enveloping her.
Lying on her side, despite the lingering effects of the wine, she vividly recalled the intensity of her encounter with Waylen and how she had tried to satisfy his desires.
The remnants of the two wine bottles left her feeling both conflicted and warm.
Uncertain whether the events of today were merely driven by physical needs, Rena was left pondering.