The winter wind lifted the floor-length curtains, yet it failed to disperse the ambiance of intimacy filling the room.
The air was filled not only with the scent of rose petals but also with a dense aura of desire.
Adrian Walyon's assault was as fierce as a tsunami, like a mountain collapsing, like an avalanche, surging towards Summer Sutton. Summer Sutton was like a small boat tossing in the sea, at any moment she might drown in his overwhelming tide.
Perhaps he truly feared she would fall asleep, as he growled her name countless times.
His deep voice, hoarse yet magnetic, was like the wind brushing against a maple forest, intoxicating...
For one night, Summer Sutton completely understood what it meant to be truly overwhelmed.
It wasn't about physical endurance; doing something like this clearly wreaked havoc on one's entire skeletal frame!
Summer Sutton seriously suspected that when she woke up, her bones would be completely disjointed.
