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!

glimpse of the smear of red on

bright red slid down on the light-colored bed

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

embarrassment, Simon also instantly reacted to what

couldn’t be that. There

realization seemed to be a pol of cold water over his

wanted to

he finally bent down and picked her up

“Fuck, what for?”

panicked as her

avoid it, her eyes were open like a frightened

I don’t have

face and had entered the shower and

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

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 at taking

person,

herself, filled with mixed emotions, she realized her truly embarrassing

her “First Love”

and lack of sleep from all her tossing and

didn’t know if the hotel would provide such things, or, should she

phone was still

Simon came back in, putting a

use this for now,” he

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

was that the big bag was also prepared with sanitary

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

a much here as she would use in three months, no

range of products and services to its customers, and it did

been changed in its entirety, and Simon was sitting on a chair in his silk pajamas, with his laptop on his lines and

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

here, he opened his

but saw him turn his head and raise his chin to gesture at the table next

surprised that he could consider so much

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

the lights, Simon glanced at

going to sleep?” Not holding back a

he said. “You go ahead and

sat down again and adjusted the temperature of the

braced herself for sleep and watched his movements, the yellowish light falling on his body, reflecting the blurred and ambiguous outline of his

or the side, it was three hundred and sixty degrees

didn’t notice it

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

drink what?” he asked casually. putting