Sweet Revenge

Chapter 11 :It’s his wedding night

Silvia pressed against him, and because the force was so fierce and sudden, her teeth knocked against his lips, which seemed to have a slight taste of blood.

She closed her eyes tightly, thinking of nothing, saying nothing, but showing her determination by her actions.

There was no such thing as getting something for nothing in this world, let alone taking anything for granted, there was only an exchange of equals.

Give and take.

Since she had married him to enjoy the benefits that would bring her, the obligations should also be fulfilled.

with her soft and warm fragrance in his arms, he had no reason to refuse.

His big palm turned to caress the back of her head, and soon hers had done the same. He was deep into the kiss, teaching his little wife what was called a real kiss,

The water was so warm that Silvia was almost suffocated by the kiss.

Simon soon sensed that something was wrong and picked her up and walked out of the hot tub.

When he came out, he pulled a large, clean towel and wrapped her in it, carefully placing her on the oversized round bed.

Her long hair was damp and spread out, her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes fluttered lightly, and her cheeks were flushed with unnatural pink from the heat, which looked very tempting

Simon leaned over and pressed down.

Silvia was a little nervous, both hands hanging on the sides of her body, unconsciously gripping the sheets beneath

her.

Even if she hadn’t done it before, she had heard about it on TV and in novels, and she was apprehensive and afraid of

pain.

Simon was attentive to her nervousness and stopped at the critical moment, looking into her closed eyes, “If you’re not ready, we can wait.”

Silvia, trembling lightly, opened her eyes and saw sincerity and respect in his eyes.

This feeling of being cherished warmed her heart, and shaking her head to release her hand, she raised her arm to hang on his neck, “I can do it! You continue…”

The latter word had not yet been spoken when a sudden stream of heat came beneath her body.

She was stunned.

Seeing the change in her face, Simon, most likely sensing something too, looked down.

“Don’t look

Almost a moan. It couldn’t be that coincidental!

Simon had caught a glimpse of the

light-colored bed sheet, little

pillow and covered

embarrassment, Simon also instantly reacted to what that

it couldn’t

of cold water

wanted to sigh,

of silence, he finally bent down and

“Fuck, what for?”

panicked as her body suddenly

pillow fell from her face, she could not avoid it, her eyes were open like a frightened

worry, I don’t have a taste

and had entered the shower and put

the shower head and adjusting the water temperature, he handed it to her,

moment, Silvia came back to

water was just the right temperature to pour on the body. Silvia had to say: Simon was very considerate, also very good

hard to imagine that Simon, who was rumored to be a fierce and decisive person, and who was a legend in the business world, would be like this in

with mixed emotions, she realized her truly

so busy lately for her “First Love”

and lack of sleep from

provide such things, or, should she call an

still

came back in, putting a stack of things he was carryingand a large bag in the dry

for now,” he said

a full set

important thing was that the big bag was also prepared with sanitary

day to night, and even sleeping pants. Everything she could need was available in

here as she would

to provide a wide range of products and services

and Simon was sitting on a chair in his silk pajamas, with his

of coller in the room was pleasing, but to drink coffee at this hour? Was he

to here, he opened

saw him turn his head and raise his chin

she found steaming brown sugar water. She was really surprised that he could

all, warm and comfortable at the small of her back, sitting

the lights, Simon glanced

to sleep?” Not holding back

later,” he said. “You go ahead

the pillow and pulling up the covers, he sat down again and adjusted the temperature of the cold air before taking a

his movements, the yellowish light falling on his body, reflecting the blurred and ambiguous outline of his side

really good looking, no matter from the front or the side, it was three hundred and sixty degrees without any dead

come she didn’t

black, Silvia couldn’t help but say, “Drinking coffee at night will

drink what?” he asked casually. putting down the cup in his