Cold Shower

Innocently, Ivy blinked her eyes and looked at him with a perplexed expression, showing a hint of pure innocence. "Not enough?"

The man smirked, his lips curving. "What do you think?"

"..." This time, Ivy was left speechless.

"Well, how do you want it?"

When Shawn heard her question, he was initially waiting for her with an intense look. However, he quickly surrendered, as he realized that in Ivy's world, love was just an added bonus.

With a sigh, he became slightly despondent.

"Shawn..."

Ignoring Ivy's call, he gripped the back of her head with one hand and held her cheek with the other, gently lifting her and capturing her lips. His voice, soft and nearly overflowing with sensuality, whispered, "Remember, this is how you should use your mouth from now on."

Ivy allowed him to ravish her lips, as the man's kisses alternated between a gentle breeze and a wild, stormy downpour. Light and heavy, deep and shallow, she couldn't quite catch the rhythm, but she couldn't bring herself to push