Caleb Mamet's hot palm fell on her shoulder, caressing the delicate skin with a cool touch. He was silent for a moment, and his eyes suddenly became burning hot. "Are you sure you won't wear it?"
His handsome face suddenly leaning in, his eyes full of tenderness, but with a touch of humour. The aura of intrusion emanated from his whole body, making Xaviera Evan's heartbeating crazily.
Seeing her not responding, the man lowered his voice: "Alright."
He started to plant countless kisses on Xaviera Evan's collarbone. His hot breath enveloped her, igniting a series of shivers; his cool lips gradually became hot, demonstrating a touch of impatience and fierceness, leaving their marks on her ivory skin.
After quite a while, Caleb Mamet finally looked up, licking his lips unsatisfactorily and asked hoarsely and lingeringly, "Mrs. Mamet, still not wearing it?"
Xaviera slowly came back to her senses, with blurred eyes, looking at him.