Lily Shaw's eyes, filled with desire, became exceptionally enchanting. Just looking at Aiden Grant made his breathing heavy. He licked his lips, still tasting of his wife, chuckling softly as he said, "Honey, do you have any idea how long I've been hungry for you? It's okay if you don't know, you'll find out soon enough."
The hungry big bad wolf, Aiden, swiftly shed his excess pajamas and deftly pounced onto the bed, where Lily Shaw had no time to escape. His strong hands pinned down her flailing arms, and with a mischievous grin, he whispered in her ear, "Honey, every time we're intimate, I always feel like a r-ap-ist."
Hearing this, Lily Shaw stopped struggling, raised her eyebrows slightly at the grinning man, suddenly bit his lip accurately, and quickly fell back onto the bed. Her moist eyes blinked, lips slightly pursed, as she said, "The truth is, your feeling is wrong. This isn't struggling; it's passion."
