The night deepened, the sea waves rose and fell, and the sea breeze accompanied them. It should have been silent, but instead, it grew fiercer.
Just like this mont, in the suite of Ava Sterling and Poe Vaughn.
The fire burned fiercely, as if intent on reducing everything in the suite to ashes.
Ava Sterling clung to Poe Vaughn, as though she was no longer herself.
She belonged to him, and he could do whatever he wanted.
However, Ava Sterling did not stop him.
She followed him, entwined with him, burning and going wild with him in this night.
Ava Sterling thought it would be nice if she and Poe Vaughn could continue like this.
Even if it was an agreent, she felt it didn’t matter.
Not to think too much, as long as she was happy.
Follow her heart, not make things difficult for herself.
Yes, being with Poe Vaughn made Ava Sterling feel happy and relaxed.
No restraints, extrely free.
She could do whatever she wanted, as free as the air.
At this mont, in the deep, dense night, amidst Poe Vaughn’s scorching dominant aura, Ava Sterling entirely forgot about the tis Poe made her angry, or when she had to soothe him.
She was like soone poisoned, like seeing an exceptionally beautiful flower, intoxicated by its appearance, unaware that the flower was poison.
Deadly poison, capable of consuming.
It makes one imrse within, unable to extricate oneself.
Ti passed silently, the night outside grew quieter, the hustle and bustle of the dayti shown no more.
Everything fell into a slumber, a deep slumber.
Only Ava Sterling and Poe Vaughn were not asleep, instead, they were sweating in the night, entangled in a death grip...
"Splash... Splash..."
The waves rolled layer upon layer, crashing against the rocks, making quite a noise in this silent night.
Three in the morning.
After multiple climaxes, the heat in the suite gradually subsided, and with the cessation of the splashing water sound in the bathroom, everything gradually fell into silence.
Poe Vaughn carried Ava Sterling out of the bathroom, placing her on the bed and covering her with the blanket.
As Ava Sterling’s head touched the pillow, she turned sideways, instinctively pulled the blanket, and soon lay still.
Only the gentle breathing rged into the deep night.
She was asleep.
Asleep from being overwheld by Poe Vaughn.
But she felt at ease, with no worries.
Because it was him, Poe Vaughn.
Poe Vaughn watched the person cuddling the blanket, face buried in the pillow, sleeping sweetly. Her long hair spread over the pillow, so strands fell on her cheeks, exposing only half of her face, looking very docile.
When Ava Sterling slept, she was truly obedient.
Like a child, without concerns, no dayti flamboyance, no irritation.
She stopped the day’s tumult, finally settled down at night.
Poe Vaughn looked at this obedient face, and before his eyes was that person running and frolicking in the colorful bubbles under the light and night.
She smiled so joyfully, so delightfully.
Just like a fawn running in the forest, free and ease, making one want to chase.
He raised his hand, let his fingertip fall on her cheek, gently tucking the hair falling on her cheek behind her ear, revealing most of her face, along with the dense, curled eyelashes exposed too.
This Ava Sterling, like a sleeping elf, evoked affection.
Poe Vaughn gazed at her for a long ti, tucked the blanket tightly for her, turned and walked out of the bedroom.
He didn’t, as usual, sleep beside her after she fell asleep, but left.
The bedroom door closed with a very light click, and Poe Vaughn, in a bathrobe, headed straight to the study.
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