Music Recommendation: Salted Wound- Sia
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Eve clung to Vincent as he carried her towards her bed. She said,
"I need to change my clothes before we sleep."
"Who said anything about sleeping, my lovely wife?" Vincent raised one of his eyebrows at her, and her toes curled at his question. "Sleep is the last thing on my mind. Tonight I will make love to you until there's no room for any thoughts but me in your mind. To hear you scream and moan until your throat turns dry."
Vincent dropped her on the bed and her body slightly bounced.
Eve pushed her body backwards with the help of her heel and hands, watching Vincent unbutton his shirt, revealing his smooth and taut chest to her. There was a mischievous smile on his lips, and the look in his eyes appeared as if he was ready to create chaos in her body. The look on his face tickled her arousal.
