Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 77

After he said that, he couldn’t help but kiss her. Although this time it wasn’t as rough as before, but rather gently asking her to respond, while caring for her feelings.

He repeatedly licked her lips, like a gentleman inviting a lady to dance at a party.

Estelle was initially serene, but couldn’t resist his gentle invitation, her body softening, involuntarily beginning to respond.

As soon as she responded, he immediately tangled up, not dancing a graceful waltz, but an intimate, passionate jazz.

As the sky grew darker, the entire room was enveloped in a deep twilight Sensing that Estelle was turned on, Jonathan scooped her up in his arms and walked toward the side of the bed.

Placing Estelle on the bed, Jonathan surprisingly took his time.

He spent the time it would take for a full course meal, treating Estelle to a variety of appetizers. Estelle had a sweet tooth, but it was the first time she realized that even the sweetest dessert couldn’t fill her stomach, but only made her hungner.

Jonathan didn’t hide his intentions, just waiting for her to–beg him.

As soon as Estelle said the word, he immediately surrendered and couldn’t wait either.

Jonathan pressed down on her and said in a hoarse voice, “Little girl, don’t cheat

eyes misted over, and soon

up, the room was pitch black, and she was the only one on the bed. She checked

had only slept for

and got out of bed to get

room, Estelle paused and turned her head to look at the

in front of the railing, with twinkling cigarette around his fingertips, like a

in the living room were off, and the outside was pitch black. The man stood tall, exuding a sense of loneliness. Estelle walked over and stood beside

making the man’s eyes darken, but his voice remained

eyebrows in surprise, “Do you have

problem I’ve had since my days

have, but

looked at the flickering cigarette in his hand. “Then you shouldn’t smoke either, it’s

him smoke, probably only

the darkness, “If I can’t even smoke, there’ll be

emotion surged in Estelle’s heart, making her somewhat

handsome smoking posture, and asked, “Can I have

looked at her