The man's kiss fell unexpectedly, so urgent, so domineering, carrying an overwhelming force.
"Cecilia, let's have a child."
"Adrian... isn't this too sudden?"
They hadn't been married long at all!
Cecilia Vaughn's heart trembled, her breath became a bit rapid, and her face was flush with embarrassment.
Although the Bugatti Veyron is a high-performance sports car, its interior space isn't very large.
Adrian Law is tall, nearly six feet three, and at this moment, he trapped her in his embrace, their bodies almost seamlessly pressed against each other.
Cecilia even felt like her breath was falling onto his face.
The compartment was too small, and at this moment, with their bodies so close, the temperature steadily rose, making Cecilia's cheeks start to burn.
...
The man pressed Cecilia tightly against the leather seat, his big hands wanting to slide under the hem of her clothing, only to find that she was wearing a form-fitting suit today.
