The man remained silent, his handsome face slightly cold as he gazed at the woman, his eyes complex as his fingertips delicately caressed her cheek.
Emma witnessed this and understood that he didn't want to say more, nor did she ask again, simply continuing to hold him.
The man wrapped his arms around her waist, and after a moment's silence, he suddenly rose, carried her toward the grand bed, and flipped her beneath him amidst her surprised cry.
The man leaned down, his kiss fierce, offering no chance for the woman to breathe, his passion overwhelming her, utterly enrapturing her in his tenderness beyond escape...
Upon the luxurious grand bed, passion flared like fire until 2 AM when the presidential suite finally calmed down.
The woman was so exhausted that she closed her eyes, but she wasn't completely asleep because the man's large hand was still gently stroking her waistline.
