Ethan Blackwood’s gaze gently watched the girl beneath him, "If you can’t rember, it’s okay."
After all, it wasn’t a pleasant mory; just rember the happy ones.
Claire Shaw hooked her arms around Ethan Blackwood’s neck, her eyes carrying a sowhat intoxicated expression, "Ethan..."
Ethan Blackwood’s fingertips touched her lips, his voice husky and tender, "Be good, wait for tonight."
Claire Shaw stubbornly glared at the large chunk of tempting flesh in front of her, "If I had known you were this kind of Mr. Blackwood, earlier I would have..."
Seeing her puffed-up cheek with annoyance, Ethan Blackwood found it adorable. He poked her cheek, "Would have done what?"
"Drained you dry!" Claire Shaw pushed him away and continued packing.
The young lady bent down, folding clothes with a gentle and skillful manner, exactly the wife he imagined.
Ethan Blackwood embraced her waist from behind, "Don’t be mad, I’ll surprise you tonight."
Claire Shaw’s eyes lit up, "What surprise?"
"You’ll find out then." He smiled mysteriously, stealing half of Claire Shaw’s soul.
Never had she anticipated a man like this, nor hoped for such things.
But with Ethan Blackwood, she felt moves in her heart for the first ti, for the first ti emotions she cared about.
After packing, before leaving, Claire Shaw returned and stuffed the small umbrellas they bought earlier at the supermarket into the suitcase.
Ethan Blackwood was so vigorous on the bed; how many would they need tonight?
Thinking of this, Claire Shaw blushed.
Previously her mind was filled with disciplined dinners, now it was filled with the savory of lust.
The more she anticipated, the emotions inside her flooded like a river.
Night had fallen, and Claire Shaw was observing the man driving.
They sat in an ordinary sedan, yet it couldn’t conceal the man’s exceptional grace.
Carefully examining the man’s profile seed defiant of nature, with a high nose bridge, deep and stereoscopic eye sockets; although his pupils were black, the firm and defined features made Claire Shaw feel he was sowhat like a mixed-blood.
Especially that jawline’s curve—it was perfect!
Below it was the man’s protruding Adam’s apple, which she had touched many tis—hard, tempting one to lightly bite, then slowly lick...
Unconsciously, the car stopped at Silvanest.
"We’re here." Ethan Blackwood took the initiative to open the car door for her, "We’ll dine on the floating pavilion, I’ve arranged it."
Claire Shaw’s gaze fixed on him, "Ethan Blackwood, did I ever say I was hungry?"
"Yes, you haven’t eaten since the hospital. Don’t worry, tonight’s al is..."
Claire Shaw didn’t move from her seat, lifted her chin, her gaze cool, "What I want to eat is not rice, but you."
Ethan Blackwood was sowhat helpless, "I’m not going anywhere!"
If she didn’t get to taste him tonight, Claire Shaw wouldn’t be able to sleep.
Claire Shaw extended her hands, "I want a hug."
"Alright, my Princess." Ethan Blackwood bent down, intending to carry her.
The little trickster Claire Shaw chid in, "Also bring the luggage."
There were essential living supplies tucked in there!
Ethan Blackwood gathered her up with one hand, like second nature, Claire Shaw hooked her arms around his neck as Ethan held her thigh, carrying the suitcase with one hand and kicking the car door shut—a display of admirable boyfriend strength.
Makes Claire Shaw feel even more enamored.
In the elevator alone, she couldn’t help but lean down and gently nibble at his ear.
Like a baby kitten, it didn’t hurt, but tickled deeply, leaving a yearning.
The elevator opened, Claire Shaw’s eyes fell on the floor covered with rose petals.
"When... did you do this?"
Claire Shaw jumped off him, barefoot on the soft carpet, touching the petals again felt cool.
Unlike the seabed flower field, this was a direct visual and olfactory collision; no woman in the world would resist.
Entering the suite, the living room surrounded by roses.
Seeing others do this might seem old-fashioned.
But when it happened to her, overwhelming sentint turned outdated into touching!
The rose’s fragrance was too strong; he chose a scent with the lightest aroma, so the air’s faint scent was pleasant and not at all overpowering.
Ethan Blackwood held her hand outside the bedroom, "Push the door and take a look."
Claire Shaw’s hand on the doorknob, together they opened the door.
Except for the specially made big bed with a celebratory sheet, the surrounding walls had all turned a soft pink.
Clearly not too many roses, yet a distinct rose fragrance perates.
Unlike the strong scent of perfu, nor was it the suffocating of incense—rather, a very unique aroma.
Claire Shaw walked to the freshly painted wall, lightly sniffing, she understood where it ca from!
The wall’s plaster contained a special rose extract.
Ethan Blackwood embraced her from behind, "In ancient tis, there was favor in the pepper chamber; originally, I thought of using peppercorn and black pepper, imitating ancient emperors, but worried the aroma was too overpowering—so I used the rose you love."
Ethan Blackwood lowered his head, nuzzling her ear intimately and seductively, "Consider it the favor in the Silvanest chamber, do you like it?"
This man really was easy to be enamored with!!!
She turned, grabbing his T-shirt, head lowered, and her expressions hidden—her shoulders gently trembled.
Tears dripped onto the soft carpet.
The man hugged her, "Why are you crying again? My little princess."
Enclosed in Ethan Blackwood’s warm embrace, she resembled a solitary leaf adrift on the sea for many days, finally finding her harbor.
After holding her for a while until she cald down, Ethan Blackwood lifted her onto the soft big bed.
He kneeled on one knee beside the bed, reaching out to wipe her tears away, "Luna, do you know why I’ve never touched you?"
Claire Shaw shook her head, her long, soft lashes still wet with tears, blinking innocently.
Ethan Blackwood cupped her cheek, his voice deep and tender, "Actually, I’m inherently conservative, always felt that such matters should be reserved for the wedding night; I don’t want to wrong you."
Before, it was a ga for Claire Shaw, but for Ethan Blackwood, it was the only way to be close to her.
Though they were together harmoniously then, Claire Shaw not giving her full heart was incomplete.
Tonight was truly their first ti together, he didn’t want to let it pass casually.
Claire Shaw never expected this to be the reason; this man truly cherished her, holding her in his heart.
Yet her emotions often broke loose...
Ethan Blackwood smiled warmly, "Regardless of whether you’ll marry in the future, tonight, I’ll consider it our wedding night."
He slowly approached Claire Shaw, unrestrainedly revealing his raw desire for her.
Her body placed onto the bed, the tender flesh behind her ear tingled under his hot breath, making Claire Shaw shiver lightly.
"Luna, want to know how much I love you? Tonight, you will see."
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