The night was quiet like water; it was already early winter, and the outside had long grown cold.
In the Land Family villa, only the master bedroom light remained, casting a soft and ambiguous glow.
Inside the master bedroom, the atmosphere was fiery; her body was covered in sweat, and she bit her rosy lips, desperately holding back the groans that threatened to escape.
Asher Land couldn't understand why she insisted on suppressing herself so hard, when clearly, this was something that could bring happiness to both of them.
"Baby, look at me." His husky voice came from above her head.
Sophie Smith's body was already as soft as a puddle, her consciousness muddled. She was not used to looking into his eyes while doing such things. She knew that her body had completely submitted to him; she didn't want to lose her only emotional defense as well.
"Look at me." Seeing her remain unresponsive, he tightened his grip on her waist, increasing the intensity.
