The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson novel Chapter 1627

Chapter 1627

Harper's mind was still fuzzy, but her body had experienced some passion, so she naturally felt something. As she felt the tingling sensation in her ears, she lowered her eyelashes slightly, seemingly pondering how to respond, but her mind was blank.

Even though the excitement had faded, her body nestled in the man's embrace still trembled slightly, her face flushed and difficult to fade, and her eyes were unfocused.

Seeing Harper in this state, Preston knew exactly how she felt, but he pretended not to notice and hugged Harper's waist tightly, making her lie on top of him.

"It seems like you didn't have a good experience, let's do it again."

He enjoyed having her on top, but it was obviously impossible with a drunk Harper.

Preston held onto her waist, kissed her for a while, then lifted Harper, who was lying in the bathtub, and casually grabbed a towel to wrap her up before carrying her out of the bathroom.

When Preston pressed Harper onto the soft bed once again, his energetic self lightly grabbed her cheek, making her dazedly open her eyes and look at him.

"Do you still recognize who I am now?"

Harper raised her wandering eyes and stared at the man in front of her, not saying whether she recognized him or not, just looking at him foolishly.

Preston released his grip on her jaw, leaned over her, and gently opened her legs.

"Harper, remember, I am Preston."

After saying this, he suddenly lowered his head and captured Harper's lips, devouring her like a wild beast hunting its prey, leaving Harper with no choice but to endure.

Preston was always skilled in this aspect, and in no time, Harper once again experienced the surge of pleasure, unable to stop her trembling body being pinned down by the man.

She clung to Preston's neck like an injured rabbit, feeling a bit panicked but having no choice but to hold on tight to her lifeline in front of her...

With a little effort, he could pull her out of the abyss, but if he didn't use force, she would feel like dying. This extreme experience of tugging and pulling made Harper completely surrender...

But he was also like flying a kite, holding the string that bound her. Sometimes he tightened it forcefully, and other times he loosened it gently, tormenting her until she responded. Only then did he use one hand to hold her wrist and place it above her head.

He leaned down, gently rubbing Harper's neck, "Harper, relax..."

Harper couldn't hear what he said, but instinctively released the pressure.