The intense wave of emotions that coursed through her veins almost drowned Stella.
Weston exerted a little force, pried her mouth open, and stuck his tongue inside.
Stella pushed his chest weakly, trying to push him away, but
the man grabbed her wrist and held them together. Pushing them behind her, he kissed her harder. She
could tell how excited he was from the strength he was exerting
His overwhelming enthusiasm swept over her, and the heat from his body
invaded every spot on her skin.
He was kissing with so much force that it hurt her.
“Uh...Weston...”
Stella whimpered and called out his name, almost out of breath.
He let go of her. But his forehead was still pressed against hers as he let her take some breaths.
After a while, he squeezed her chin and kissed her again, as though
moment just now was just to let her rest and not really to let her go.
This time, his kisses lingered longer, and they still carried an irresistible dominance.
He wrapped her whole body in his arms, hugged her closely, but kissed her tenderly.
He treated her like a fragile jewel, yet he couldn‘t wait to put his mark on every
part of her body. He did indeed possess the ability to manipulate, as he gave off a
detached, yet contradictory lure.
Her face was crimson, and she couldn‘t adjust her breathing
Seeing this, Weston laughed. “It‘s only been a while, yet you can‘t take in any more?”
Stella pursed her lips and glared at him. “What do you mean by a while? You‘ve
been kissing me for ten minutes...”
“Really? I didn‘t know Mrs. Ford was counting the time.”
She clenched her hand into a fist and punched him on the shoulder. “Don‘t talk about it.”
He liked to see her shy. He chuckled lightly and clenched her fist in the palm of his hand.
He was in a good mood. When Mrs. Zhang was here just now, he didn‘t show his emotions, so
it was hard to tell.
Now, she was sure that he was indeed thrilled.
It seemed like she‘d made the correct bet.
She had a smile on her face, but in
her mind, she was thinking about how to make him believe in herself more.
“You haven‘t answered my question ,” Stella reminded him.
Her face had become very red, especially considering how pale she looked earlier, having just recovere
her look beautiful.
“What did you ask me just now?” Weston pressed his
forehead on hers, his eyes wandering over her face, unwilling to miss even the slightest undulation.
The thing he wanted to do most now was to kiss her.
Kiss every part of her body.
His body was filled with tight tension as if suppressing something
Stella‘s current body wasn‘t suitable for some intense exercise, so he could only kiss her again and
again. She also felt the tension under his muscles. His eyes were hazy, and his lashes drooped slightly.
She opened her mouth slightly, and heat came out as she spoke, “I ask you... Let‘s start over, okay?”
After a long while, Weston pulled her into his arms, which hurt her a little.
“Okay.”
Stella heard him. She perhaps didn‘t know that he
had been waiting for this question for ages. Weston placed his hands on the back of her head and said
in a low voice, “Let‘s start over.”
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