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!

of the smear of red on the sheets

on the light-colored bed

legs up, Silvia grabbed a pillow and covered her face –

embarrassment, Simon also instantly

done it yet, so it couldn’t be that. There was only

of cold water over his

straightened up, wanted to sigh, and wanted

finally bent down and picked

“Fuck, what for?”

panicked as

from her face, she could not avoid it, her eyes were open

I don’t have a taste

the sentence without changing his face and had entered the

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

for a moment, Silvia came back to her

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

a fierce and decisive person, and who was a legend in the business world, would be like this in

mixed emotions, she realized her

been so busy lately for her “First Love” that

early. Perhaps the stress and lack of sleep from all her tossing

if the hotel would provide such things,

phone was still outside, really

a

this for now,” he said and went

saw that the pile was a full set of clean pajamas, including underwear. The clothes and pants were

thing was that the big bag was

even sleeping pants. Everything she could need was available in v-veral diferent

she would use

business was to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers, and it

his silk pajamas, with his

to

he opened his mouth and said,

walked over, but saw him turn his head and raise his chin to gesture at the table next to him. “Drink

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

it up and drank it all, warm and comfortable at the small of her back, sitting down against the bed, instantly comfortable enough to want to doze

Simon

holding back a

sleep later,” he said.

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

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

from the front or the

didn’t

but say, “Drinking coffee at

putting