All these years, Serena Stanton had been preoccupied with her studies and career, leading a life of serenity and detachment, showing no interest in the passions of the heart.
But whenever she came into contact with Adrian Shaw, the hormones within her would stir.
She was indifferent to everyone else, only wanting to get close to him.
Closer, just a little closer.
Hearing this, Serena stood up straight and decisively pushed him against the edge of the bathtub.
Her long hair cascaded from her shoulders, flowing down like smooth, thick, black ink.
Adrian leaned against the rim of the bathtub, his robust arms embracing her waist, his head buried as he continuously kissed her, from her cheeks to her collarbone, from her fragrant shoulders to her tender heart.
