Alana’s breathing grew increasingly rapid, her cheeks flushed an unusual shade of red.
Wasn’t he supposed to help her get dressed?
How... how could he have undressed first?
She knew she shouldn’t look, but her eyes had already drifted upward involuntarily.
Those fluid muscle lines, taut and powerful, each one brimming with explosive energy, radiating an overwhelming aura of masculinity.
Further down, beneath the sharply defined eight-pack abs, lay that alluring V-line, and that highly explosive, imagination-stirring...
Alana couldn’t help but look away.
At that moment, the heat in her cheeks surged violently, as if they were about to catch fire.
She desperately wanted to flee, but her feet felt as if they were weighted with lead; she couldn’t move an inch.
She could only watch helplessly as the man’s footsteps grew closer and closer.
Until he stopped right in front of her.
His muscular frame pressed against her without restraint, like a red-hot iron.
Alana instinctively raised her hands to push against his chest. “Stephan, don’t...”
Stephan lowered his gaze to meet hers, his eyes burning with an intensity that was almost unbearable.
“Don’t what? We agreed...tonight, you’d make the first move. I’ve been waiting for you to make the first move.”
Alana was at a loss for words.
She lifted her slightly moist eyelashes and met the man’s dark eyes, which held a deep, intense longing. Her heart fluttered slightly.
Remembering her promise to him, she bit her lip and mustered her courage.
Her hands, pressed against his chest, slowly traced upward until they reached his neck. With her hands no longer blocking him, their bodies pressed even closer together.
Stephan’s gaze burned with intensity as he waited for Alana to make her next move.
Alana stood on tiptoe, pressing her soft lips gently against his thin ones.
She didn’t stop there, but instead mimicked the way he usually treated her, bit by bit, tentatively taking his lips into her mouth.
Stephan locked his gaze firmly on Alana’s eyes, his own eyes gradually darkening and deepening, so deep they seemed capable of sucking the person before him right in.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. Her movements were clearly inexperienced and lacking in technique.
Yet, strangely, the attraction he felt for her was irresistible.
Still, he bit back his desire, forcing his eyes shut, and savored the moment.
Even though, at that moment, his inner defenses were on the verge of collapsing
completely.
Alana kissed the man for a long time, yet he didn’t move a muscle.
She grew tired of standing on her tiptoes.
Could it be that, after all her efforts, he still showed no obvious reaction?
But if Alana had dared to look down at that moment, she would have been absolutely shocked.
But she was too absorbed in the moment to think about it.
Alana was utterly baffled. Could it be because she had only kissed his lips?
After thinking it over, she changed her approach. She’d heard that a man’s Adam’s apple was very sensitive.
Was that true or not?
Never mind...she’d find out for herself.
Driven by curiosity, Alana relaxed slightly, then stood on her tiptoes again, pressing her soft, red lips against the man’s prominent Adam’s apple.
Sure enough, the moment her lips touched it, his Adam’s apple twitched.
A flicker of delight welled up inside her. Just as she thought.
It was worth all the trouble she’d gone through. Her joy overcame her shyness.
She decided to press her advantage.
“Mmm...” A low, sensual voice escaped the man’s throat, sounding almost pained.
Alana blinked.
Could it be that she bit too hard?
She wasn’t quite sure...it was her first time taking the initiative, so she definitely hadn’t been gentle.
She wanted to pull away.
But the next second, her slender waist was gripped by the man’s two burning-hot hands, and he pressed her hard against him...
The turn of events was so sudden.
Just moments ago, she had been in control, but in an instant, Stephan had taken complete command.
The man’s sudden assertiveness left Alana feeling completely overwhelmed.
She stared wide-eyed in bewilderment; the intense, unashamed lust in his eyes sent a chill down her spine.
“No, didn’t you say I was supposed to take the initiative? Why did you...”
Stephan clenched his jaw. “You’re so slow, I just can’t stand it anymore...”
Alana’s cheeks flushed red.
“Didn’t you say I was supposed to put it on? I haven’t put it on yet...”
Stephan’s voice was hoarse. “No rush. We have plenty of time tonight for you to get it on.” He tightened his grip slightly, and the soft flesh of her waist easily left a mark under his fingers.
Alana’s body swayed uncontrollably. In a daze, she thought to herself, “I’m doomed. When I wake up tomorrow, I’m sure to see marks all over my body.”
The night was, indeed, a long one.
The man deliberately dragged things out.
In the bathroom, the sound of water flowed continuously.
Stephan dressed Alana in fabric so thin it was almost transparent, staging a wet-look seduction.
Her delicate, fair skin, like the finest white jade, was irresistibly alluring.
He turned her over, and she found herself propped helplessly on the sink with her hands. Her slender, beautiful back and perfect curves were fully exposed.
His large hands gently pressed against her back, pushing it down slightly to form a seductive curve.
Alana propped herself up feebly with her hands, lifted her head, and saw her reflection in the mirror.
The thin fabric clinging to her body hung precariously.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips full and red.
Her almond-shaped eyes shimmered with moisture, her gaze mesmerizing, a mix of desire and allure.
Behind her delicate, fair form stood a man with a healthy, tanned physique.
Muscular, powerful.
Seductive and sexy.
Exuding masculine charm.
The man pressed himself tightly against her back, his dark eyes locked firmly on her, brimming with a dangerous desire to conquer.
His muscles were taut, beads of sweat sliding down his temples, trickling along his jawline onto his powerful, rippling abs, the sexual tension was at its peak.
Alana bit her lip, unable to resist writhing her slender, delicate waist.
Stephan couldn’t resist the seductive siren in the mirror; he leaned down, his burning chest pressing against the girl’s delicate, slender back.
He clamped his thumb and forefinger around her delicate chin, turning her face toward him, then leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss.
She didn’t know how much time had passed.
Alana, completely limp, was carried out of the bathroom by the man.
He held her as if cradling a baby.
Step by steady, laborious step, they made their way to the bed.
Then, they both fell onto the bed...
The impact was too intense.
Alana couldn’t help but bite the man’s shoulder. “Enough...enough...”
Stephan didn’t respond; he lowered his head and buried his face in the crook of her delicate neck...
From the bathroom, they moved to the bed, then the sofa, and against the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Traces of their passion were left in nearly every corner of the room.
When the passionate rounds of sex ended, Alana had already fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep.
Stephan, however, remained full of energy, with boundless vigor. They say a man starts his decline at twenty-five.
But Stephan was clearly the exception, the kind of man who only gets better with age. He gently wrapped his arms around her and leaned down to kiss her fair, delicate forehead.
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