Roxanne couldn't hold back her joy and gave away a little smile.
Finally, Harrison couldn't hold back today, huh?
She remembered their wedding registration day, this man was as cold as ice, straightforward and insisted that they won't share a bed.
"Harrison, don't you think you're contradicting yourself?" Roxanne asked, giggling, her arm still around his neck.
Harrison didn't give a damn about her sarcasm, he continued to kiss her passionately.
After their contact just now, his moves became more skillful.
Subconsciously, both of them were lost in each other's arms, eyes shut.
They were all in, forgetting the passage of time, where and when they were, the world spinning around, everything.
The only thing left in the world was their mutual desire and need.
Harrison was reluctant to leave her sweet lips, wanting to have all of her.
But in the end, he still retained some rationality, reluctantly pulling away from her lips, lifting his head.
Roxanne opened her eyes, looking at the paused Harrison, she whispered, "What's wrong?"
Harrison frowned, answering, "Roxanne, I can't."
"Didn't you just say you wanted me?"
"I'm afraid you'll regret it."
He held her tightly, gently stroking her hair.
His eyes were filled with complex emotions, as if hiding some secrets.
His fingers touched her face, gently caressing her delicate skin.
His eyes were filled with tenderness, passion, restraint, and deep worry and fear.
Roxanne closed her eyes, leaning against his warm palm, whispering, "Harrison, I won't regret it. I'm willing."
She lifted her head, looking at him tenderly.
"Besides, we're husband and wife. We should do what husband and wife do." She chuckled naughtily.
They had missed so much time, meeting each other so late.
Even though they were married, legal, and had been together for nearly three months.
Roxanne didn't want to have any regrets.
Tonight, she would become his woman.
She wanted this man, the only one she acknowledged, to have her completely, belong to her.
She gently jumped onto his waist.
This man's waist was really strong, full of strength.
She straddled his waist, he stood firm and straight, easily supporting her.
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