Seraphina paused for a moment, instinctively wanting to resist, but then remembered he was injured and refrained.
Ethan Sterling firmly held onto Seraphina, kissing her lips, slowly and gently capturing her senses. She soon felt her body soften.
Seraphina stood by the bed, leaning over Ethan, her hand resting on the headboard.
She looked at Ethan, her eyes full of disapproval, while his eyes were filled with desire, his breathing heavy.
His hand caressed Seraphina's back, moving downward provocatively. Seraphina shivered from his touch, struggling to lift herself from Ethan's lips, looking into his eyes as she spoke: "The porridge is cold now."
"It's fine."
After saying this, Ethan wanted to close the distance again and kiss Seraphina.
"The doctor said... it's not allowed." Seraphina sat up from the bed, creating some space between them.
Hearing this, Ethan raised an eyebrow at Seraphina: "I think it's fine."
Did he not know his own body?
