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 smear of

bright red slid down on the light-colored bed sheet, little

pillow and covered her face –

also instantly reacted to

it yet, so it couldn’t be that.

seemed to be a pol of cold water over his head,

wanted to

he finally bent down

“Fuck, what for?”

as

avoid it, her eyes

I don’t have a

face and had entered the shower and put her

temperature, he

for a moment, Silvia came back to her

to pour on the body. Silvia had to say: Simon was very considerate, also very

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

emotions, she realized

her “First Love”

early. Perhaps the stress and lack

hotel would provide such things, or, should she call

still

bathroom opened and Simon came back in, putting a stack of things he was carryingand a large

now,” he said

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

most important thing was that the big bag

even sleeping pants.

as she would use

of products and

on a chair in his silk pajamas, with his laptop on his

the room was pleasing, but to drink

his eyes to here, he opened his mouth and said, “Come

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

brown sugar water. She was really surprised that he could

lips, but she still obediently picked it up and drank it all, warm and comfortable at the small

lights, Simon glanced

going to sleep?” Not holding back

he said. “You go ahead and

and adjusted the temperature of the

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

looking, no matter from the front or the side, it

come she didn’t notice it

him drink coffee, which still looked black, Silvia couldn’t help but say, “Drinking coffee at night

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