"Hmm..."
In the quiet morning, a faint moan broke the silence.
Cheryl Naylor was half-asleep. All of a sudden, she felt something cover her mouth, and a sense of heat and inexplicable desire spread all over her body.
Just then, a pair of big hands lifted the hem of her nightdress and gently caressed her skin, igniting her desire even more.
Cheryl finally woke up and met the man's charming gaze. His eyes were full of emotions that she could not understand.
"Jarred, you're back..."
As soon as she finished her sentence, Cheryl bit her lower lip tightly.
Her soft and raspy voice sounded unusually alluring.
Jarred Fuller looked at her hungrily and said in a low voice, "Why don't you go back to sleep?"
"You woke me up."
"Then don't sleep," the man said impatiently.
Cheryl closed her eyes. She could hear his heavy breathing.
And she could feel his lips making their way down her neck. Then, Jarred bit her collarbone, as though to mark her.
Cheryl winced slightly and murmured, "It hurts..."
She had never seen him so rough in bed before, and she wondered if he was going to devour her alive.
Jarred stopped in his tracks and all his anger dissipated. He gently nibbled on her lips and gave her a deep kiss.
The kiss was so passionate that Cheryl nearly suffocated.
She subconsciously wrapped her arms around Jarred's neck, clinging to him as if she was about to drown and he was her sole lifesaver.
But Jarred allowed Cheryl to sink to the bottom of the ocean of desire.
Cheryl lay limply in Jarred's arms, and before she knew it, her nightdress was taken off.
Their bodies were entangled. The air in the room was thick with intoxication.
Jarred exuded an aura so intoxicating that Cheryl felt like she was drinking fine wine.
Her eyes sparkled with desire, and she kissed him back.