It was the first time Andreas realized that surrender was a good thing. Not when it came to the fate of his family or the quarrels between siblings from different mothers, but when Vlora took off the casual t-shirt he was wearing.
Vlora’s fingers played with Andreas’ naked chest for a moment. Then she pushed away and Andreas lay back down obediently.
Vlora fixed Andreas with her eyes. She radiated a mysterious, sensual aura, and the result was that Andreas’ whole body tingled. There was no need to ask, the area underneath was getting sore from rubbing.
“Vlo.”
How pathetic. Andreas’ hoarse voice was more than enough to describe the lust that bubbled through his veins. He was like a boy who just had a wet dream. How could he submit so helplessly?
It seemed so illogical. For a man like Andreas, who had spent many nights with different women, it was impossible to resist the temptation of his own wife.
Vlora somehow exuded an unusual impression and a sensual aura. Mysterious yet seductive. Seductive without being shy, she confidently revealed everything she wanted.
No wonder Andreas melted. It was only natural that he was like ice that melted when Vlora teased him. There was a reason for that, and that was that Vlora exuded a burning hot charm.
Andreas finally realized something. It was not uncommon for him not to be interested in the women he was with. It was because they lacked the confidence that Vlora exuded.
It probably had something to do with his family background. Of course, it seemed that Andreas found women who were firm and determined very attractive.
Look at the evidence. Andreas was exactly the helpless prisoner he was when Vlora teased him to death.
The slaps on his masculinity. A light rubbing on his stomach.
Oh, my goodness. Vlora was truly the embodiment of Andreas’ fantasies.
Her beauty, intelligence and trustworthiness successfully trapped Andreas. He was not only captivated, but ensnared.
Andreas took a deep breath as Vlora moved slowly over his body. The air gathered in his chest and he tried to remain calm in the agonizing wait. He waited with a watchful look that slowly turned into a look of expectation.
Vlora knew what Andreas was thinking. But she did the opposite. She didn’t go straight to Andreas’ fantasy, but invited him to play around for a while.
Isn’t that what Andreas likes to do? Play with his opponent?
Vlora looked down and gave Andreas an interesting view behind the neckline of her nightgown. Two breasts peeked out as if they were flirting with Andreas.
Reflexively, Andreas raised his hands. Unfortunately, Vlora blocked his intention.
“Shhh.”
Vlora’s whisper caressed Andreas’ ear. Her warm breath greeted him deliberately.
“Don’t use your hands now, Reas.”
Andreas swallowed. The frightening image immediately filled his mind.
Don’t? Oh, please!
It couldn’t be helped. Andreas would appeal Vlora’s one-sided verdict.
His mouth opened, but no appeal came out. Vlora had already kissed his jaw, leaving a warm, wet trail. Words faded from his mind.
Vlora kissed slowly and deeply. The sound of the kiss was faint. Then she let the skin of their faces meet.
Once. Twice. Again and again, Vlora rubbed her cheek against Andreas’ jaw. Eyes closed, she seemed to enjoy the sting that came from the sideburns that would soon grow.
Ah, it didn’t seem to matter. Maybe it was worth not using his hands to experience Vlora’s temptation in this case.
The friction of two cheeks ended. Now a glimpse of a lick on the tip of Andreas’ lips that successfully brought out the throbbing in his masculinity.
“You know, I really like the way you kiss me, Reas?”
The eyes blinked repeatedly. Andreas’ gaze seemed unfocused. Oh dear. I don’t think he could answer any questions right now. His brain was not working. All the focus in him ran around and gathered at a point down there.
Vlora smiled and deliberately stroked Andreas’ chest with her breasts. “Andreas?”
“N-no.”
Andreas’ answer made Vlora pull away slightly. She created as much distance as possible to stare at Andreas.
Under the body-and control-of Vlora, Andreas stared. He felt helpless and Vlora’s beautiful face made him want to touch her. But Vlora held back her hand.
Literally, what power Vlora had compared to Andreas. She could easily get rid of the restraint. Unfortunately, a bit of common sense whispered in the back of her mind.
It seemed that being an obedient child was quite a tempting game. Feels tempting, doesn’t it?
So, Andreas decided to become a submissive child. He would follow Vlora’s game out of curiosity. How would the night be?
“I like it,” Vlora said as she looked at Andreas’ lips. “I really like the way you kiss me, Reas.”
Andreas’ Adam’s apple rose and fell. “I can kiss you whenever you want, darling. For the rest of my life.”
“Of course. You’ll do anything I want, won’t you?”
“Anything. Anything. I will.”
Vlora snorted in amusement as she rolled her eyes. Her frivolous expression implied witty disbelief.
“Everyone knows that promises made in good times are not to be trusted, Reas.”
Andreas snarled in the throes of growing agitation. “I can assure you that I will always be happy for the rest of our married life.”
“As always. That’s very sweet of you.”
“Not as sweet as you, Vlo.”
This time Vlora laughed until her head was raised. She showed a cleavage that made Andreas gulp several times.
Oh my. Desire broke out. It was unbearable. Andreas wanted to rush over and kiss Vlora’s neck until it left a red trail. He wanted to bite and then taste. Then suck. But there he was. Helpless in Vlora’s power. Instead of being able to act on his desires, he found himself participating in the game Vlora had created.
Trading questions and answers. Both attacking each other with naughty words.
It was a very tense start. The feeling was definitely different from the tension at the dinner table, which ended in emotion and anger. For this one, Andreas knew for sure that the end would be sighs and moans.
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