Chapter 130
Moira instinctively felt a surge of panic, her heart pounding in her chest.
She had the overwhelming urge to flee, but she suppressed it and said, “This is the new nightgown I just bought. Do you like it?”
She opened the door wide, giving him a clear view. If Virgil liked it, she would stay. If not, she promised herself she would never do something so foolish again
But Virgil didn’t respond immediately. He simply walked past her.
Moira bit her lip, feeling a surge of embarrassment. She lifted her foot to leave.
Virgil stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand and looked up, saying, “I like someone who takes initiative.”
Moira was just about to walk out when she heard his words. Her face immediately flushed red, the warmth creeping up to her checks. Even though she felt awkward, she walked over to him.
Under his intense gaze, she stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and softly brushed her lips against his. Then, she moved to kiss his cheek, trailing her lips down to his jaw.
The kiss was unpracticed, messy–showing her lack of experience.
Virgil considered himself a patient person, but even he couldn’t hold back. He pulled her into his arms, cupping her chin, and kissed her fiercely.
Sometime later, the rain outside had stopped.
Inside, the air was
s thick and hot.
During their first time together, Moira had been drugged, so she hadn’t been able to fully experience the sensation Back then, Virgil had been gentle with her, careful of her feelings.
But now, Virgil was like a beast unleashed–rough, demanding, and wild.
By the end. Moira had already fallen asleep.
Virgil gently brushed the damp strands of hair from her face, revealing her flushed, sweat–dappled cheeks. She lay on her side, her tiny face buried in the pillow, her closed eyes looking almost pitiful
His fingers traced her face lightly. After experiencing such intense pleasure, his frustration had dissipated, leaving a softness he couldn’t explain. He couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss her soft, rosy lips.
Then, he turned off the light and went to sleep.
The next morning. Moira suddenly woke up, instinctively reaching for her phone to check the time. But she felt something heavy on her waist.
She looked down, then turned her head to the side, and suddenly, Virgil’s handsome face came into view.
Both of them were under the covers, completely naked, and the events of the previous night rushed back to her mind.
Moira’s face instantly flushed with heat. She didn’t dare move, her gaze locked on his sleeping face–o deep and cold in its stillness. His features were sharp and handsome, making it impossible to imagine how he could have been so cruel during their intimate moments.
The seconds ticked by…
She remembered she still had work to do that day.
Not wanting to be late, Moira carefully reached out and gently lifted Virgil’s arm, which had been trapping her, freeing herself.
She had just sat up and was about to get out of bed when Virgil’s deep, husky voice suddenly came from behind her. “Aren’t you going to sleep a linte longer!”
Moira jumped, instinctively pulling the covers tightly around her body. She cautiously shifted to the side, creating some distance between them. With the blanket pulled tightly around her, Virgil’s side of the bed remained uncovered, leaving most of his chest and legs exposed.
Though the room was dark, the soft light from outside filtered through the window, and Moira couldn’t help but blush when she noticed Virgil’s
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naked body. She quickly turned her gaze away.
Virgil, seemingly unaware of her embarrassment, grabbed his watch from the nightstand, glanced at it, and frowned. “It’s eight o’clock. I’m going to blue for work”
