"Connor, what... what are you doing?"
Freya, pressed down on the sofa by Connor, had an unusually nervous expression on her face, completely devoid of her usual unapproachable and aloof demeanor.
After all, no matter how distant and unapproachable she seemed on the outside, she was ultimately a woman. She would ultimately submit to a man.
"What do you think I'm doing?"
Connor replied with a cheerful smile.
"This isn't allowed..."
Freya struggled a bit and exclaimed with a soft voice.
"You're my fiancée, why wouldn't it be allowed?"
He smiled and shifted his gaze to her enticing legs.
Her slender, fair legs were particularly alluring.
Curious about the sensation of these long legs, Connor placed his right hand on her legs.
This was the first intimate contact between them.