Forever Love

Through the dark night, a luxury villa stood. However, if one were to step closer, he could sense the pandemonium happening in the master bedroom.

The light was dim. However, it could be seen that there were two figures tangled together underneath the covers. A seductive fragrance encompassed the room, enough to draw reason out of the man!

"Let me go, you bastard!" the woman screamed. Her voice was already hoarse from pleading countless times as she struggled beneath the man. Her fists pounded against his biceps but it was to no avail.

It seemed that the more she struggled, the more encouraged the man was.

"You belong to me," he whispered in her ear. Although his touch was gentle, he was giving her little space to move around, suffocating her from his hold alone.

"No way!" she choked out in horror. It was a bad case of deja vu. His face rippled memories of what happened to her two years ago, and a strange sensation filled her body.

His natural cologne hit her nose and she sighed.

This time, he wasn't going to give her a chance to escape.

Gradually, the woman stopped struggling. The pain was replaced by insurmountable amount of pleasure and happiness that she almost ought to be ashamed of herself.

How could she like him?

The night was getting colder, and her warmth and scent only made him want to sink into her repeatedly.

It was a night of unexplainable sexuality and vigor, that was for sure.

Later in the next day, Bella Su opened her eyes to the sound of birds chirping from the balcony.

in

sheets and onto the carpet. Some of them even seemed

of anything else, a wave of pain hit her body. It felt as if bulldozers were drilling onto her hips and stomach, rendering

fingers tangling onto the silky sheets. The

eyes widened as she kicked off her quilt only to find herself naked. She

She glanced at the side to see a muscular man sleeping beside her, but she could only see the back of his head. As more and more memories rushed back to her,

What the hell?

the hell could she fuck the man

the night before was the same one she'd saved in the

relationship, yet she had already given him her virginity. No matter how good-looking he was,

had been in a coma two years ago. Back then, he had been so gentle and considerate that she fell asleep, secured in his arms. But then, she had a dream of her mother beating her with a harsh end of a stick. Bella gritted her teeth. The

Bastard! Liar! Ungrateful ass!

Ye! You asshole!" she

the man murmured. Within seconds, he pulled away the quilt and

trailed off when she went to a series of coughs. She had

hand and placed it on her

away. "It's

flexing his rippling muscles as he did so. "Don't

to rip his head off. Honest? He wanted her to be honest? He had forced

with the quilt, sneering at him. "I don't need you to take care of me,"

scent tempted him endlessly, but he ignored it. He couldn't

how seductive she was – how delicious she smelled. Fortunately, not everyone had a keen sense of smell,