Chapter 138

Beatrice looked up and laughed quietly. "Don't you like it?" Samuel bit his lower lip deliberately. From inside this bathroom stall, one could still hear the rain pouring down outside. Imagine them playing in the rain together, with a touch of excitement every minute. The difference is that the rain they feel is not cold, but warm.

Beatrice's hair, already wet, was gently traced by Samuel's fingers. He pulled it back slightly, just to keep it out of the way of Beatrice's face, which he thought was beginning to blush with passion. It wasn't just his wife, he'd felt every swish he'd been waiting to enjoy with her.

"Don't bite," Samuel said before erasing Beatrice's actions with a kiss that this time was no longer tender. It was demanding and left Beatrice a little wide-eyed.

Although a little surprised at first, Beatrice smiled between Samuel's kisses. No less lustful and demanding in return, that's exactly what Beatrice did with their kiss this time. The hand tha