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Orson was speechless the second he walked into the bedroom. That was the second time he was entering the room and, honestly, he was quite surprised by how simple the place looked.
Apart from the room being more spacious than the room he was given, there was nothing much to talk about.
However, with a simple glance, he could also tell that everything in the room wasn't to be underestimated. After all, the surge of spiritual energy seemed to be concentrated in the room, and that made him even more interested in her.
Nevertheless, that wasn't the main issue at the moment, as right now, he was feeling as if he was being tested and he seemed to be failing.
He didn't remember the last time he came across such a temptation that he couldn't fight back like that.
Lying on the bed sheets was his beautiful scammer of a wife, dressed in transparent innerwear which made it impossible for a man like him with strong resilience and the will to keep himself in check.
Her eyes looked very dreary and the desire in her eyes was exposed in the open for him to see. He could tell with a glance that she was going all out and Calista wasn't one to back down easily.
One way or the other, it was already determined how the night would end. Did he have a choice in what was about to happen?
If he was amnesiac for real, he would confidently say yes, but was that the case with him?
He would have slipped away from the situation from day one, but he never did. Didn't that mean that he was willing to go all out as well?
Besides facing such a seductive woman with so many mysteries that seemed to be more than his, how could he not be tempted?
So, when she shamelessly said to him, "Hubby! I have been waiting!" all hesitation and doubt completely vanished as he took large strides towards the bed.
Calista, seeing the man's eager expression, she heaved with relief inwardly. Although she was determined to force Orson to consummate, something forced wouldn't be too sweet and the thought of doing it for the sake of doing it, how could she be content?
So, as she looked at the man approaching the bed with determination and a smirk on his face, Calista's body trembled with anticipation.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting!" Orson apologized softly with a smile on his face as he approached the bed's corner.
"As long as you know your mistake, then this lady will forgive you!" with a blinding smile on her face, Calista responded while adjusting her posture.
Seeing that Calista was cooperating well, Orson was even more motivated.
"So, my lady, do you perhaps mind helping me undress? And do I also get a chance to help you get rid of these excess clothes?"
Who didn't know how to flirt or put others in the mood?
With the yellow books she came across, whether it was intentional or not lying around the house ever since the wedding was confirmed, wouldn't he waste her great efforts by acting ignorant?
Hearing Orson's shameless words which penetrated her soul despite being a bit coy, Calista's smile further blossomed.
Only when the other party was willing to be as shameless as her could it be interesting?
Orson was indeed different from her previous husband. She had to respect the man all day and had to curb herself so that she wouldn't scare him off, but Orson was different.
To satisfy her needs and desires, she was going to train him to become the perfect husband and lover she desired.
"That will be an honor, hubby!" Calista agreed to the shameless request as she propped herself off the bed.
Orson watched with interest as the seductive fox crawled on the bed on all fours, that red transparent innerwear revealing white skin which didn't seem to come to an end.
Despite being night, the exotic lamp provided enough light for the both of them to see each other's smiles or frowns.
Recalling the stories of other people and other things he had come across in the past, no couple would consummate in such a bright place. Was she that confident of her actions or just didn't bother about anything?
He was quite curious as he watched her getting off the bed before standing in front of him with her gaze fixated on him, her eyes revealing more emotions closely than he could ever imagine.
He was a bit taller than her, roughly a head or one head and a half. So, when she was looking at him, her head would be raised, revealing that graceful neck he had been dreaming of biting as if he was some blood-sucking monster.
And when his gaze goes a bit lower, passing the neck that made him want to do immoral things, that bountiful chest which had always revealed itself even when she was wearing loose clothes could now be seen properly.
Despite the covering, his eyesight, which never failed him, could see without a hindrance how blessed she was.
Without too much covering worn under the innerwear, Orson's eyes narrowed as he tried to curb the desire that was strongly rising in him.
Orson wanted to explore further with his eyes, but could Calista, who had been getting burnt by that gaze, let him make her hang with desire like that?
She had been starved for eight years and wasn't willing to keep on hanging ever again now that her savior was in front of her.
Why let him appreciate her with his eyes when he could do so with his body?
So, Orson, who was restraining himself from becoming a beast, suddenly found his body pasted against a petite one and the refreshing scent from the small body made him completely lose all rationality.
"Rather than loving me with your eyes, hubby, how about you show this lady how wonderful this body of yours is?" Calista teased Orson as her hands wrapped themselves around his neck, forcing herself to stand on her tiptoes.
Seeing the eager wife, Orson smirked as he pulled her closer to him with one hand wrapped around her petite waist.
With his hand there, he could feel how voluptuous she was. And if that wasn't enough to make him take her right there, then he wasn't a man.
As a man who had been starving for a decade, when a prey had volunteered itself to the beast, why pretend to be noble?