His eyes, deep like the cold pond, loved to watch her walk back and forth on the carpet, not allowing her to wear shoes, and sotis even making her wear bells on her ankles to walk for him.
Her snow-white ankles moved across the spotless white carpet, their crystal-clear appearance captivated any man’s soul.
As expected, Cole O’Connell’s eyes followed her feet, and indeed, he had kissed them before.
"Miss, coffee," the servant handed over a cup of coffee and imdiately withdrew.
This was another of Cole O’Connell’s rules; as long as he and Yulia O’Connell were ho, this would beco their private room.
Yulia O’Connell drank a cup of coffee, lazily sprawling on the large sofa like a content kitten. Her dress was pulled up because of her movents, causing Cole O’Connell’s eyes to frequently land on her.
"Little seductress, are you doing this on purpose?" Cole O’Connell’s large hand patted her pert backside, his amber-brown eyes growing darker.
"Heh," Yulia O’Connell chuckled twice, her actions unabated but increasing, pulling the dress up to her waist, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her pink panties exuded temptation.
Her long legs wrapped tightly around Cole O’Connell’s waist, licking her lips thirstily, her sweet, soft voice teasing like a captivating tune, "Isn’t this what you wanted? What’s the matter? I’m not even bothered anymore and ready to act according to your wish, yet you still hesitate?"
The woman atop him, he had been captivated from the first glance, from the first ti she called him brother, her delicate pink lips ensnared his soul, an enchantnt lasting over a decade.
Which part of her body wasn’t familiar to him?
"Move? Of course, I’ll move," Cole O’Connell showed no hesitation, letting her feel the tent he had pitched, pulling her small hand to cover it, his tone slightly regretful, "It’s just a little small at the mont."
Though he feared tearing her apart, after all these years, what was another three months of waiting?
"Cole O’Connell, you’re such a coward!" Yulia O’Connell tried to provoke him.
The last thing she wanted to see was his unyielding deanor.
"Heh," Cole O’Connell chuckled softly, patting her backside, his gaze cooling, "Challenge again, and you’ll regret it, right?"
Saying so, he delivered another hard slap, the crisp sound resounding loud and clear.
Yulia O’Connell bit her pink lips, staring intensely, then kissed the man beneath her regardless, forcefully prying open his lips, the kiss more like a bite, filled with so unknown emotion, sucking on his tongue.
Her small hands unbuttoned his shirt, caressing from his exquisite collarbone down sensually.
The kiss left his lips, trailing down to his Adam’s apple.
"Yulia O’Connell, don’t play with fire," Cole O’Connell’s large hand grasped her waist, warning her sternly in a low voice, his eyes turning crimson with restraint.
"Cole O’Connell, don’t let think you’re truly gutless!"
That statent stimulated Cole O’Connell’s nerves strongly. Flipping their positions, now he was like a beast, his gaze overflowing with uncontrollable desire.
Yulia O’Connell braced herself, gripping the sofa tightly, closing her eyes as if awaiting execution.
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