Percival glanced up and found himself staring into Vivienne's eyes, filled with desire. He coughed awkwardly. "I'll just go get changed."

He rarely visited this villa, and even when he did, he preferred to shower in the master bedroom upstairs.

Today, he had come home late after wrapping up some work and figured that Vivienne would be arriving soon, so he decided to freshen up downstairs.

He never expected to bump into Vivienne like this.

Her gaze seemed to devour him.

The feeling was mutual.

Yet, they weren't married yet, and Percival didn't want to take things too far before their wedding day. He believed that was the greatest respect he could show Vivienne.

Just as Percival was about to change, Vivienne pounced, wrapping her legs around his waist, her voice dripping with seduction. "Mr. Wolf, can't wait for me to take you? Denial isn't your strong suit!" Percival was speechless, denying it inwardly, "That's not true, not at all."

Vivienne eyed his thin, enticing lips, swallowing hard.

What should she do? She was dying for a taste! But it seemed Mr. Wolf wasn't too keen on the idea.

Would it be so wrong to steal a kiss?

Percival, feeling her gaze, said helplessly, "Vivienne, you're drooling!"

"You're too tempting!" Vivienne admitted, aware of her own desire.

It was pathetic, really. She had no defense against Mr. Wolf's irresistible charm.

Percival, holding Vivienne, said tenderly, "Darling, come down. We've got business to attend to."

Vivienne intended to comply, but her body had other plans.

Just the sight of Mr. Wolf's lips made her want to taste them.

"Business can wait." Casting spells for Francis was hardly as pressing as tangling in the sheets with Mr. Wolf. "Vivienne..." Percival gasped softly, struggling to maintain control as

sofa, then upstairs, the bathroom,

was best left

hours later, Vivienne lay spent in Percival's

workout to be more draining than her regular fitness

and she

her, guilt written all over his

more restrained, and Vivienne would not be this exhausted. Vivienne turned, looping her arms around his neck, a smile

at a

did Vivienne

him, biting his lip, whispering, "Don't

of the first time was overshadowed

be no stopping her from devouring Mr.

flipped them

"To lose my life to you would be bliss," Percival

in the evening, their stormy escapade

dressed and

was a skill Vivienne had honed at the

desire to expand the monastery's fame, so

since joining the monastery, as she had focused

their plan, Francis had to die. But-death came

ensure his afterlife would be troubled. Let him be reborn in the realm of beasts in

seldom conducted rituals for others, her training was ingrained, and she performed with ease. In just

onto the sofa in Percival's embrace.

a slice of strawberry cheesecake, but today's exertions had left her

do you

said,

had

time, she still believed it was the most delicious pasta

"Alright, I happened to pick up some fresh

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