Forced to marry as a concubine: the prince is too presumptuous

Chapter 3 Sadness
The water began to drip wetly, and what splashed was her heartache, but at this moment, her body started to lift a slender leg out of the tub as if she couldn't control it.

In front of her, the man stared intently at her exquisite figure. He was clearly wearing a mask, but she could see his sneer from his eyes.

But at this moment, his eyes conveyed disdain, as if he was not satisfied with her body, "Come here."

His deep voice was still so cold, but these two words accelerated the burning sensation in her body that was beginning to surge, and the horror in her heart became heavier, but she knew that she could no longer escape the man in front of her.

The efficacy of that pill has already destroyed her sanity and self-control at this moment, she started lightly, she forgot the sense of shame, when standing in front of the man, he once again raised her chin with his hand, and then the other hand held her He caressed her lips casually, and when he traced the shape of her lips, her body reacted involuntarily, "Ah..."

"Do you like it?" Xie Xie asked, when his fingers danced on her lips, the skull mask in front of her eyes seemed to transform into another handsome face, just like her maple, whom she had always loved deeply of maple.

"I like it." After finishing speaking involuntarily, her eyes were already tender.

With a quick movement of the man's hand, it landed on her slender waist. With a slight movement, two figures, one black and one white, fell into the bed curtain. With a pull of the hand, the gauze curtain fell, The gently swaying flow in Ximo's eyes is as soft and beautiful as flowing clouds and flowing water.

But in the blink of an eye, the tassels were gone, the candlelight in the room was extinguished, and the kiss fell, lingering from her forehead to her cheek, but it went around her lips and landed on her neck between.

Everything was so fast, so fast that Ximo had no strength to fight back, but that kiss set off a turbulent wave in her body, making her rise like a small boat in the sea of ​​desire created by a man. ups and downs.

Her nose was filled with the smell of sandalwood. In the darkness, she knew that the man's mask had long been gone, but she couldn't see his face.

Who is he?
She wants to know who he is?

She wanted to know why he was so ashamed of her?
That was the only sliver of reason she had left, but the darkness around her had already given her a hopeless answer.

There is no way of knowing anything.

When the hands and lips were playing with her chest, her body couldn't help arching and falling. In the end, she was lost in everything he gave her and could no longer wake up.

Ximo only knew to respond to his question after question, "Do you like it?"

like.

How many times she said it, it was as if she withdrew her tenderness so many times, but when that sting came, her body was still enjoying herself like a wounded white swan, leaving only sadness and helplessness.

But that helplessness was quickly overwhelmed by the powerful longing in her body, and the softness flew against her, leaving only lingering inexhaustible in the bed curtain.

Also, a drop of clear tears.

But she couldn't get back her sorrow from now on.

(End of this chapter)