The Wrong Woman

Imogen could feel the changes in Jasper's body.

His breath tickled the back of her neck, sending waves of heat through her, leaving her breathless. His large hands effortlessly found sensitive spots on her body, teasing her both intentionally and unintentionally.

Imogen surrendered herself in his embrace. When it came to intimacy, he was adept without needing any guidance. Imogen's body tensed and subtly tightened.

Jasper wrapped his arms around her slender waist and slowly pulled her closer. Imogen closed her eyes. Unsure of what to do, she allowed him to take the lead.

"Imogen, is this okay for you?" he murmured huskily, his voice deep and seductive.

With her eyes shut, Imogen nodded, her hands nervously gripping the blanket.

With her consent, Jasper grew notably excited. He desired to explore more intimate positions with her, hoping to captivate her and earn her affection, even if it was solely for his prowess in this aspect. Their intimacy unfolded over an hour, rendering Imogen in exhaustion. She felt a mix of contentment and unease, both spellbound and bashful. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep.

Jasper embraced her fragrant and soft body and fell asleep himself, thoroughly satisfied.

sleeping groggily, she suddenly felt someone caressing her body. Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked sleepily and glanced at Jasper beside her. Jasper was holding her waist, his hand gripping her thighs and slowly sliding them to

he greeted softly.

a helpless smile and closed her heavy eyelids, muttering, "You're touching me. How could

with fondness

asked, "What

"Around seven," Jasper replied.

drifting to the

dare to voice it. Despite contemplating

the marriage. She felt torn between continuing and feeling insecure,

her overwhelmed with hesitation and

in thought, Imogen suddenly felt Jasper assertively taking possession of her. As he pressed deeper, she

do some morning

pace. "You just

then kissed her