Chapter 2: Wonderful Night

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The moment he closes the door, he turns and pushes me against the wall. He stares at me with drunken eyes.

"How do you know that I will definitely sleep with you?"

I am trapped between his arms, and there is no way to hide, so simply my eyes met him on this narrow road. I stroke his lips nervously and say, "It turns out that you want to sleep with me."

He chuckles, covering my fingers with his mouth, and his soft tongue sucks them gently.

No matter how bold I pretend, my trembling hand sells me out, and I can hear my own heartbeat.

The dim light just fuels the ambiguity at this time. Our eyes meet and we can’t control our desire.

The next thing goes as it should be. He bites me; the man's tough body has a wonderful charm, firm and tight skin. Everywhere is showing the power of young flesh.

His breath is at my ears, and a low, quiet gasp seems to be seducing me.

Our sweats and breaths melt into each other’s, and we are close to each other. It seems as if we have been dating for a long time.

Until he enters me, the sudden pain makes my tears flow out.

For the worthless myself, and for the joy of this time, I give myself to this stranger who I just met an hour ago.

Sorry, I took advantage of him.

As the day gradually lights up, I open my eyes, and the person beside me scares me.

Things happened last night are flowing into my mind!

For a moment, remorse, self-blame, and some unknown emotions come out. I get up in a panic and plan to leave quietly, maybe because I really don’t have the courage to face myself, let alone to expose my timidity and inferiority in front of this handsome man.

Picking up my clothes, I nervously dress myself and walk out tiptoe.

"Where are you going?" The man suddenly makes a noise at this time, and I am scared, "Oh," I cover my mouth and turn back in panic.

He lies on the bed lazily, yawning. His limbs are stretched out, showing his muscles with his movements. Men's hormones begin to flow around the room instantly.

"Is it beautiful?" The man points at his figure and teases me, "You are very happy yesterday under my body. It seems you are very satisfied with me." He aggressively looks at me from top to bottom, inch by inch.

The man does not hide his desire at this time.

I bow my head in panic, "I'm going home, I'm sorry, last night, I..." I want to say something to cover up my embarrassment and make myself look as chic as a veteran. I try to pretend that I can calmly flirt with men.

"Thank you last night." I bite my scalp, forcing a smile.

He smiles, his eyes filled with pride, "Thank me? Thanks for the comfort I serve? Why are you so interesting?" The corners of his laughing eyes are red, and his thin lips curl into a pleasing smile.

With a bang in my head, my face turns red instantly, knowing how ridiculous my words are, and biting my lips with a bit of shame and anger, I stare at him.

"My name is James." The man named James gets up naked from the bed, looks at me calmly and takes a bathrobe and wraps his body.

The fine light and shadow pass through the curtains, and then sway in his smile. His body is infected with flickering light and is quite sexy. I am motionless as if I am bewildered, watching him slowly walk to me until his tall figure envelops me, and I am gently embraced in his arms.

My face is against his naked chest, and my breath is all around him. He is so strong, powerful and charming.

"Why are you pretending to be an experienced woman?" His magnetic and somewhat whispering voice sounds above my ear. He points to the sheets and say, "You are a virgin."

I feel so shamed.

"Would you like to have another morning exercise?" He bites my ear and suddenly holds me up.

I don't have enough time to refuse, and then we two fall into the quilt.

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