He looked at Aristotle who was in her arms and paused for two seconds before he called out to Mary who was downstairs, “Mary, take Smore downstairs for a while!”
Arianne knew what Mark was thinking. However, she still let Mary take Aristotle away for some strange reason.
Once the door was closed, he reached out and pulled her into his arms. He looked into her eyes passionately. “What? It’s already come to this, and you’re still so aloof. Try to take the initiative sometimes… Okay?”
His scent enveloped her, and her breathing quickened. “Mary can’t coax Smore at night. He’ll be looking for me soon…”
Mark lifted his hand and gently brushed her lips with his thumb. “Based on your tone, you see this as an obligatory chore. Haven’t you thought of it before?”
Her arms and legs refused to listen to her. Her mind was in a haze. Her heart pounded against her chest as she looked into his eyes. “I… No…”
He gently curled his lips before he lowered his head and caught her lips. He liked the helpless and nervous expressions on her face whenever she was faced with the prospect of sex. He liked the way she blushed and averted her eyes like a teenage girl. He liked slowly tearing down her calm and indifferent exterior. It gave him a sense of achievement.
He was completely prepared, and Arianne lost in the end.
She mumbled in a small voice, “I think I hear Smore crying…”
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