"However, we can also use the ones prepared by the hotel. Don't they have some here for guests?" Leah asked.
"No need for that," Ernest said a little anxiously, "I want to feel all of you."
Leah blushed and didn't dare to look him in the eyes. "Then what are you waiting for?"
Before she finished her words, Ernest had already lowered himself fully onto her, pressing her down onto the bed. He didn't give her a chance to on her word.
Her last words were swallowed by his lips.
On the bed, two bodies were intimately intertwined.
"Don't ever run away from me again, okay?" He did not forget to whisper that sentence in her ear.
Leah felt that Ernest was sometimes kind, but sometimes stern. Regardless, she felt a kind of womanly happiness.
She had a desire to monopolize this man.
At that moment, she didn't want to play coy.
She thought about a lot of things the day before. The entire time they were apart, she had missed him dearly.
She found that she could not live without Ernest. The man was her lifeline.
Leah's hand had been wrapped around Ernest's neck. Even if she was tired, she would not let go.
She pulled the man's clothes off and pulled him closer to her. Her long hair was spread out on the pillow. Her confidence exuded a different kind of charm.
It enticed Ernest to no end.
It was the sort of picture that had the power to drive men crazy. Ernest was surprised at Leah's enthusiasm.
He couldn't help but get excited as well.
His enthusiasm increased and made Leah gasped a little at the slight pain.
She looked at him with blurry eyes.
Staring into her eyes, Ernest swallowed unconsciously and moaned, "Leah."
Leah slid her hand down and used his slender fingers to stroke his chest. She looked overbearing and savage. "Tell me that you're mine."
Ernest was stunned.
Weren't men usually the ones who say such things to women?
No matter what, that was good. They had suddenly switched roles.
This domineering and sharp woman that was looking up at him with lust-filled eyes looked wild and enchanting. She looked like a goddess.
Ernest looked down at Leah's beautiful blushing face. His heart started to beat even harder and an indescribable, turbulent emotion overflowed in his chest. It was like a dam had broken within him.
He lowered his head and held Leah's face to kiss her. He whispered in her ear, "I'm yours. I will only ever be yours."
Leah's eyes widened as she looked into Ernest's eyes up close. She could see herself in Ernest's dilated and dark pupils.
She looked beautiful and charming.
Was it really true? Was she was the only one in Ernest's eyes? Her heart skipped a beat.
She smiled.
She said, "Yes, that's right."
Ernest smiled and no longer took his time.
He dropped his lips to the spot on her neck that had been taunting him for a long while.
Ernest tried his absolute best to satiate Leah in
bed.
After taking a shower, he held her in his arms and took a nap. Leah laid in his arms and slept very soundly.
Looking at the face that was still red and soft, Ernest's heart quivered.
He smiled and said, "Sleep well."
He was not in a hurry to sleep. He got up and went out to make a phone call.
"Help me find more information on Leah's mother as well as her mother's step-son."
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