Chapter 151: Hit the Spot
Their kiss grew hotter and more alluring.
Finnegan held her, wanting to merge their bodies and souls into one. The sunset in A City cast a golden glow through the skyscrapers, enveloping the couple in a dreamlike atmosphere.
Ophelia wished they could remain like this forever, till the end of time.
After the passionate kiss, Ophelia's lips were slightly swollen, and his lips were tinted with her lipstick. She said, "I'm hungry. Let's replenish our energy first."
Ophelia already had a premonition about their intense night ahead. But before indulging in lovemaking, she decided to satisfy her appetite first.
Finnegan held her tightly, showing his strength: "I've been ready, honey. Do you want to take a bath first? The hotel staff will bring dinner soon."
"Okay."
Ophelia got off him. Her clothes got dirty when she saved Sybil today, and her current outfit wasn't suitable for a night of passion.
Finnegan had already prepared clothes. When Ophelia went to the bathroom, she saw the pajamas folded on the side.
A black silk slip with lace trim, paired with a matching silk jacket. The underwear was...a thong.
Ophelia's cheeks turned red. Did Finnegan personally choose this or was it Linda?
If it was Linda, she would be really embarrassed.
The water was ready. Ophelia tied up her hair and soaked in the bathtub. She used a lot of shower gel, wanting to make herself smell nice.
Ophelia washed her hair too, and her whole body exuded a fragrance.
After blow-drying her hair, she applied skincare products and sprayed a little perfume. It was her wedding night, and she naturally wanted to create a beautiful memory and take it seriously.
After Ophelia finished everything, she changed into the silk pajamas.
When she put them on, she looked at herself in the mirror and even she felt shy. It was too...sexy.
The two pieces of fabric on her chest seemed to cover everything and yet seemed to cover nothing at all.
This outfit was a bit...sexy.
The length of the dress just covered her buttocks, revealing her fair, long legs.
Ophelia had very fair and beautiful legs. They weren't the thin type but had a slightly rounded shape, which was the type men liked the most.
Ophelia's flesh was well-distributed; there was neither too much nor too little in the right places.
In Finnegan's words, except for her chest, it was hard to tell where she had flesh in other areas. But she wasn't thin; she had a touchable, fleshy feeling.
Her skin was delicate and fair.
Ophelia thought that if she went out wearing this, there was no need for dinner. Finnegan would have to devour her first.
Glancing at the nearby jacket, Ophelia decided to wear it first before going out.
The waiter had already brought dinner - top-grade steak, flowers, red wine, candles...
Although cliché, every girl couldn't resist this kind of romance.
When Ophelia came out, Finnegan was lighting candles. It was already dark outside, and he looked up when he heard movement. He was stunned by Ophelia's appearance, his gaze moving up from her legs...
Now it was Finnegan's turn to swallow, with an urge to strip off all her clothes right there.
Finnegan understood happiness.
A normal man, when he sees a woman he wants to possess, is unable to maintain composure; it is the most primal instinct of a man.
Suddenly, hot wax dripped onto his hand, and the pain brought Finnegan's gaze back.
Ophelia laughed, "I distracted you."
Finnegan smiled brightly and took Ophelia's hand, leading her to the dining table, "My queen, let me serve you today."
Amused, Ophelia replied, "I'm looking forward to it."
Finnegan poured two glasses of wine and sat next to her, handing her a glass. "Ophe, we hurriedly got a marriage certificate, and many things weren't prepared on time. I am sorry for any inconvenience caused. As Finnegan's woman, you deserve everything that is due. I will prepare a grand wedding for you."
While getting a marriage certificate, Ophelia had also fantasized about a wedding, but she didn't dare to speak up or feel comfortable doing so.
A wedding is an important day for a girl.
With just a simple sentence, Ophelia's eyes welled up with warmth. "Finnegan, you are so good to me. I'm afraid I will use up all our future happiness."
It is said that happiness is like a glass of water, and when it is full, it overflows.
He smiled and said, "We have several lifetimes of happiness, more than we can use. Take a look at these, it's your wedding gift."
Finnegan took out a large box and opened it, revealing dozens of property deeds and a gold card inside.
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