Cole O'Connell's muscular arm lifted her up from behind, his arrogant demeanor resembling a beast devouring its prey, entwining her lips and tongue in an incessant dance.
Yulia O'Connell's tongue had already gone numb from his intense kisses, her lips swollen, never having experienced such a deep kiss, mimicking a rhythm that could make one's heart race and cheeks blush.
Clearly, the woman beneath him was trembling fiercely, unaware of how many marks her little hands had left on his body.
"Yulia O'Connell, you're such a coward," Cole O'Connell taunted, releasing her and looking at her breathless, bashful expression. He turned on his heels, exuding fiery energy, and headed upstairs.
Ever since childhood, she had always been the little enchantress who came to captivate his soul.
Yulia O'Connell blinked her dazed eyes open, wiped the corner of her lips clean, and stared at the figure slowly ascending the stairs, tightly closing her legs.
...
Hotel.
