The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Hidden under the covers, Veena Morton felt nervous, her breathing hot, and her face gradually heating up. Yet, she remained still, quietly waiting for Bryce O'Connor to come out.

In the bathroom, Bryce O'Connor was oblivious to the intruder in his room. Warm water cascaded over his head as he closed his deep-set eyes, Veena Morton's sweet, soft "husband" echoing in his ears. Each endearing word she uttered was addictive. As he thought about it, a surge of indescribable sensation coursed through his body. Bryce O'Connor looked down, furrowing his brow in frustration. The warm water turned cold, dousing the urge that had welled up inside him.

Wrapping a towel around himself, Bryce O'Connor stepped out, feeling a peculiar sense of calm knowing Veena Morton was next door. It reassured him. He didn't notice the slight lump under the bedcovers. After drying his hair, he switched off the lights, leaving only the bedside lamp on. As he pulled back the covers to get into bed, he was shocked by the sight before him.

Veena Morton, wearing a scanty black lace camisole that barely covered her, was lying on his bed, already asleep. Her beautiful face had a soft pink hue, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly. Bryce O'Connor's eyes widened in surprise. How did Veena Morton get into his bed? How did she get in at all? But she looked so peaceful.

Watching her, Bryce O'Connor felt his heart soften. He followed his instinct, slowly reaching out to touch her delicate, fair cheek, then gently stroked her brow and eyes. His Veena looked so well-behaved. But would she always be this well-behaved?

Lost in his thoughts, Bryce O'Connor didn't realize his touch had grown firmer. Feeling someone caressing her, Veena Morton let out a soft murmur and slowly opened her hazy, watery eyes. Seeing her awake, Bryce O'Connor froze, instinctively trying to pull his hand back, but Veena Morton held it in place. She pressed her cheek against his palm, her voice soft and tender, "I belong to you, husband. You can touch me whenever you want."

Bryce O'Connor tried to withdraw his hand, but Veena Morton kept it there. He asked in a serious tone, "What are you doing here?"

Veena Morton, her eyes still drowsy, pouted, "You said we'd sleep together tonight. You sneaked off to sleep in the guest room without telling me."

Faced with her accusation, Bryce O'Connor didn't know how to respond. He wasn't sure if what she said was true, but the thought of sharing a bed with her made him anxious.

Veena Morton complained, "Bryce O'Connor, don't you want to sleep with me? Do you want me to sleep alone?"

"No," he replied.

"Then why are you in the guest room?" Veena Morton grumbled, "If I hadn't found out, I'd have been alone tonight."

Without responding, Bryce O'Connor pulled her up and said in a stern voice, "Go back to your room."

Veena Morton was furious at his words. "Bryce O'Connor, you want me to sleep alone!"

"What else?"

Veena Morton threw herself into Bryce O'Connor's arms, "I want to sleep with you. I want you to hold me while I sleep."

Bryce O'Connor's heart raced, a tingling sensation spreading through him. "Veena Morton, stop it. It's late, go back to your room."

How could he believe she wanted to share a bed with him?

"Bryce O'Connor, I'm getting mad," Veena Morton huffed, wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging to him, "I want you to hold me."

"Veena Morton..." Bryce O'Connor felt helpless. Did she realize how hard it was for him to resist?

"What?"

"Go back to your room and sleep. We can't sleep together. I'm afraid I might..." Bryce O'Connor trailed off, looking at Veena Morton with a mix of frustration and restraint.

Veena Morton caught the meaning behind his words and teased, "You're afraid you might what?"

"Hurt you."

Somehow, Bryce O'Connor found himself admitting his true feelings.

Veena Morton's face turned pink, a tingling sensation spreading through her heart. "Then...hurt me."

"What did you say?" Bryce O'Connor couldn't believe his ears and asked again.

Veena Morton, unafraid, repeated, "Husband, do you want to hurt Veena?"

Damn! How could she...

Bryce O'Connor felt his control slipping away. If Veena Morton continued, he wouldn't be able to restrain himself. He tried to stand up, but Veena Morton was faster, using a bit of strength to push him back onto the bed. She leaned over him, her soft body pressing against him, her faint fragrance filling his senses. Bryce O'Connor felt his entire body tense up.

Bryce O'Connor gritted his teeth, his breathing quickening, "Veena Morton, if you don't want something to happen, get up!"

"No."

"Veena Morton, if you keep this up..."

Before he could finish, Bryce O'Connor's dark eyes trembled. He couldn't believe the girl above him had closed her eyes and kissed him, not just a simple peck but a soft, wet lick of his lips.

Veena Morton...

Before Bryce O'Connor could think further, Veena Morton's sweet voice reached his ears, "Husband, open your mouth. I can't kiss you properly."

The tight string in Bryce O'Connor's mind snapped with a resounding thud.

Veena Morton's nape was held firmly, her body turned, and the man, with reddened eyes, kissed her deeply. Initially, Bryce O'Connor's kisses were tentative, not too invasive. He feared she might resist or dislike it. But Veena Morton didn't resist; instead, she held onto him, responding to his kisses with her own.

Bryce O'Connor nearly lost it. Did Veena Morton know what she was doing?

"Husband~" Her soft voice echoed in his ear, "Husband, kiss me more~"

Without hesitation, Bryce O'Connor captured her lips again, his kisses intense and passionate. Veena Morton felt overwhelmed by his fervent kisses, her waist held tightly by him.

"Mmm..."

Bryce O'Connor kissed her greedily. This was the first time he had touched the girl he had loved for so long. Before, he could only dream about it, but now he could finally hold her. Bryce O'Connor couldn't control himself. He wanted to make her cry, see her beg, and watch her wet eyes filled with him. He wanted to mark her with his kisses, envelop her in his scent.

The more he thought about it, the stronger his feelings grew.

Bryce O'Connor kissed Veena Morton, savoring the sight of her flushed face, feeling immensely satisfied.

"Veena Morton, do you know what I want to do now?" Bryce O'Connor asked, stopping his kisses and looking at her swollen lips.

Veena Morton's breathing was rapid, her chest heaving, her eyes moist and dreamy. She softly said, "I know. Husband wants Veena."