Female NovelThe sensation of kissing him was indescribable.
It was as if his overpowering masculinity was enveloping her, igniting her nerves with an irresistible fervor.
“Close your eyes,” he urged in a husky voice, his palm gently cupping the back of her head to encourage relaxation.
Inexperienced and vulnerable, Rena succumbed to his passionate kisses. Waylen proceeded to cover her eyes and effortlessly carried her to the piano. A tremor of anticipation coursed through the air, and then she felt the pure force of his masculinity envelope her.
The kiss was intense, almost overwhelming, and a hint of fear surged within her.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Blindfolded, she groped to find her bearings and eventually placed her hands on his shoulders.
Waylen’s affectionate kisses stoked her passion, surging past her rationality.
After an extended moment, he seemed content with the kiss and released her. However, he still buried his face against the curve of her neck, his ragged breath reminiscent of his primal desire.
Inexperienced as she was, Rena could sense his yearning to possess her. A flush of crimson spread across her tender cheeks, accentuating her alluring beauty in her youthful form.
Waylen tenderly caressed her face and spoke in a hushed voice. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t push further.”
Rena, noting the polished surface of the piano, hesitated, afraid of slipping. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his muscular waist and protested, “You’ve already pushed further.”
Waylen looked down at her.
With the Lively and youthful Rena held in his arms, if he didn’t harbor some improper thoughts, he wouldn’t be a true man.
A playful smile curved his Lips as he pinched her nose, teasing, “I’m going to cook! Cecilia must be famished, barely able to stand it.”
Rena blushed deeply.
In the midst of her own embrace and their lingering kisses on the piano, she almost forgot Cecilia’s presence.
Her face reddened Like a tomato.
Amused by her embarrassment, Waylen leaned in to kiss her again, his voice teasing. “Are you feeling shy?”
Rena shook her head, gazing up at him with a soft expression. “No, it’s just that things have moved so quickly.”
At twenty years old, she couldn’t fathom being with a man so easily, especially not for the allure of a piano and his handsomeness.
Merely contemplating it seemed surreal.
Rena whispered, “Waylen, it feels like a dream.”