In the future, he really should take better control of her. What a lousy actress, he certainly wouldn’t allow her to co out.
It seed he made a big decision, his hands finally exerting a bit of force to pull off her towel.
Sophie shivered involuntarily, instinctively reaching out her slender arms to tightly embrace his neck, their bare skin pressed intimately together.
Though those present couldn’t see what an enchanting sight Sophie was under Asher Land, witnessing their ambiguous closeness was enough to make one’s blood surge just imagining it.
Lights, cara, actors were all ready.
"Action!" the director’s command signaled the shoot to begin.
"Let go of ! Let go!" Sophie struggled desperately, as the cara zood in, even though it was just acting, their bodies couldn’t help but react slightly.
Asher’s kisses landed densely upon her body, Sophie whimpered, unable to speak, fragnted moans spilling from her lips.
Damn Asher Land, it’s only acting, why was he being so serious?
The shoot progressed smoothly, the two had such an excellent rapport in this respect.
...
"Cut!" the director called out, Sophie hadn’t yet completely settled her breath, panting heavily, her chest heaving intensely, with Asher tightly pressed against her. Her movents stirred a suppressed desire within him, making him very uncomfortable.
The director was about to approach, but was stopped by Asher.
"Don’t co over."
"Alright, President Land..."
The scene between them was so passionate, everyone present felt their mouths go dry, though the scale was quite large, it...
Didn’t et the script’s requirents.
"Sophie, your performance just now was inadequate, it needs to be re-shot..."
The director naturally didn’t dare to point out Asher’s flaws, so he ’immorally’ directed the bla at Sophie.
"In this scene, it’s supposed to be... you’re being assaulted, just now..." the director stamred over his words, "your moans were too emotional, you should show resistance, struggle, shouting angrily, not emotional, understand?"
The director spoke earnestly.
Asher chuckled lightly, his lips curling into an attractive arc, his dark eyes surveying the alluring woman beneath him.
"Emotional? Hmm?"
It wasn’t just her, even his voice carried a faint huskiness he hadn’t noticed.
"President Land, you’re overthinking, it’s just acting," Sophie feigned calm while observing him.
"I misunderstood the director’s intentions earlier, so it wasn’t done well, but the next take will pass," Sophie assuredly said.
"Alright, I’ll watch you." Asher, as if no one else was present, planted a kiss on her lips.
Taking advantage of her again.
"Action!"
The director shot the scene again, his kiss was as domineering as always, aggressively prying open her lips, thrusting his tongue, sweeping across every sweet spot in her mouth.
Sophie didn’t hold back, imdiately biting down on his lip.
Asher grunted, fresh blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, mingling in theirs, salty...
Asher didn’t halt his invasion of her, even as she bit him, he acted as if entirely unaffected.
With him like this, Sophie had no choice but to escalate. Stretching her hands, she embraced his firm, strong back, her clean long nails fiercely scratched, leaving streaks of blood.
Everyone else present was slack-jawed.
Oh my god!
What was Sophie doing?
Did the performance have to be this realistic?
Asher Land’s back truly looked like it endured a lot at her hands.
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