A pair of large hands road across her chest.
The softness of her front made his body inexplicably tense.
His hands encircled her body, reaching around her back, pulling down the zipper of her dress from behind.
"No..." She resisted slightly, pressing against his chest, conscious of the public setting and feeling truly ashad inside.
He rely moved her hands away, never once speaking in her presence.
As their bare skin rubbed against each other, the heat was on the verge of igniting.
Heh, after abstaining for so long, it seed he was a bit out of practice.
She wasn’t making a ’desperate struggle’ or ’resisting to the death’—was she actually cooperating with him?
Did she just assu he was Asher Land?
What if he wasn’t? Would she still cooperate with another man like this?
Thinking of this, he frowned with displeasure.
In the past four years, has she ever been touched by another man? So many people covet her...
A faint moan escaped her lips, her body was so tight that he could barely move.
Sophie Smith still couldn’t adapt to him; she suddenly wanted to retreat, slightly shifting her body to escape, but he pressed her shoulders down firmly.
There was no turning back now.
Both had been without intimacy for so long, he also feared hurting her.
Sophie bit her lip, enduring with difficulty, struggling not to make any sound.
After all, they had shared so many intimate monts before and were very familiar with each other’s bodies. In no ti, he took her to the peak.
"Asher Land..."
She still felt a mont of disbelief, that Asher Land had really returned. Tears mixed with sweat slid down her cheeks, dripping onto his hand.
His heavy breaths echoed in her ear, every movent of his, even his voice, was deeply familiar to her.
She lay limp on the sofa, eyes blurred, waiting for him to finish.
Afterward.
Her entire consciousness was hazy; her stamina wasn’t great to begin with, and after his exertions, she had no strength left to even sit up.
She heard the sounds of soone getting dressed.
She panicked.
Grabbing his wrist with one hand.
Does he want her to see him like this now?
He inwardly questioned himself.
Perhaps, he could wait a bit longer; he had already returned, what difference would a few more minutes make?
The car accident four years ago left him with many aftereffects, and the ntal and physical tornt over these four years had been excruciating. Now, he was still like a dicine jar, taking pills daily as if they were als, occasionally even being rushed to the ergency room.
Could she accept such an Asher Land?
Even if she could, he wasn’t ready to present his weak and ill self to her.
He was an arrogant man with a perplexing stubbornness.
He pried her little hand from his grip.
They would definitely et again, but now was not the ti.
This dew-drenched entanglent had already given him plenty to think about.
As she heard his departing footsteps, Sophie Smith was almost on the verge of collapse. She hurriedly stood up from the sofa, but her legs were sore and weak, causing her to stumble and fall to the floor.
The door closed, and the lights turned on, illuminating the disarray of the room.
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