The mafia hidden heiress and the son of jury's

(Completed)She tenderly assisted me as I struggled to stand, and our intimate connection only intensified my longing for her. Despite her silence, I sensed lingering anger. Together, we navigated my room, collapsing onto the bed with her atop. Her lips found mine, and driven by my overwhelming desire, I responded despite the blur in my vision. After our kiss ended, I gently caressed her face,呼唤着她的名字, yet a dizzy sensation washed over me. As she tried to unfasten my belt, I hesitated, saying "no." She persisted, softly urging, "Vincent, just this once, let's connect. I yearn to feel your warmth against mine." Her gentle plea broke the silence, and I wondered how she interpreted my reluctance. Did she not consider the depth of my respect for her, which prevented any impulsive actions? Yet, now, with the tables turned, my resistance seemed to fade under her touch. She was enchanting, her scent alluring, and her readiness palpable. As she reached for my boxer, clarity returned, and I swiftly switched positions, taking control and pinning her to the bed. The moment felt electric, fueled by both our desires.