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!

already too late – Simon had caught a glimpse of the smear of red on the sheets that hadn’t

bright red slid down on the light-colored bed

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

embarrassment, Simon also instantly reacted to what

it couldn’t be that. There was only

of cold water over his

up, wanted to

seconds of silence, he finally bent down and picked her

“Fuck, what for?”

instantly panicked as

she could not avoid it,

I don’t have a taste for bloodshed

finished the sentence without changing his face and

shower head and adjusting the water temperature, he handed it to her, “I’ll wait

a moment, Silvia came back to her

just the right temperature to pour on the body. Silvia had to say:

fierce and decisive person, and who was a legend in the

she

for her “First Love” that she had forgotten about her

days, today was early. Perhaps the stress and lack of sleep from

if the hotel would provide such things, or, should she

was still outside, really

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

for now,” he said and

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

was that the big bag was also

even sleeping pants. Everything she could need was available

much here as she would use in three months, no

a wide range of products and services to its customers, and it did this

entirety, and Simon was sitting on a chair in his

in the room was pleasing, but to drink coffee at this hour? Was he not going

opened

saw him turn his head and raise his chin to gesture at

that he could consider

at the small of her back, sitting down against the bed, instantly

the lights, Simon glanced at her.

to sleep?” Not holding back a yawn, she

sleep later,” he said.

again and adjusted the temperature of the cold

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

from the front or the

she didn’t notice

black, Silvia couldn’t help but say, “Drinking coffee at night will … ha… prevent you

putting down the