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Right then, a sudden clap of thunder boomed outside the window, and the rain dripped down the glass, winding its way to the windowsill and leaving puddles on the floor.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Chandler was pinned to the bed by Meryl.
The light from the living room streamed in, illuminating the large bed and creating a stark contrast.
Meryl’s soft and delicate fingers were clutching Chandler’s collar.
She took a deep breath, her eyelashes fluttering as she puckered up and leaned in to kiss Chandler.
Meryl then felt his lips were cool to the touch, with a subtle scent of alcohol.
Rather than calling it a kiss, it was more like she was nibbling at Chandler’s lips.
Meryl’s kisses were awkward, each kiss landing with a “mwah” sound, like a kid playing pretend.
Though it was childish and amusing, Chandler’s eyes darkened with increasing intensity.
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It was exactly as they said, the most unintentional teasing can be the deadliest.
After who knows how many times Meryl had awkwardly nibbled on Chandler like a kid, he finally couldn’t hold back any longer.
His self–control crumbled instantly, and he broke free from Meryl’s grip on his wrists, flipped her over, and pinned her down beneath him.
As the tables turned in a heartbeat, she let out a surprised cry. “Ah!”
Chandler had a few drinks that night, but he wasn’t drunk. He was just a little tipsy.
At that moment, his expression held the dangerous allure of a mature man. He leaned down, nibbled on Meryl’s lips, and whispered seductively, “Seems like you don’t quite have the hang of it yet, Mrs. Aniston. Let me teach you.”
With that, Chandler propped himself up, pinning her down and intertwining their fingers.
At that, Meryl, who was inexperienced in such matters, felt her heart pounding wildly as if it were about to leap out of her chest.
Chandler leaned down to kiss her earlobe, softly sucking on it, his warm breath fanning over her skin.
As a result, Meryl felt an electrifying sensation spread from her scalp, and she instinctively clenched her hands tightly.
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The kiss was overwhelming, causing her heart to race and her breath to come in short, quick gasps.
“Chandler.” With the alcohol getting to her, Meryl’s voice had gotten soft and sweet, like a purring kitten, yet still sounded seductive.
She wrapped her arms around Chandler’s neck, softly humming in contentment.
After looking down and seeing Meryl’s reaction in his arms, he smirked and asked, “Mrs. Aniston, didn’t you want to do whatever you wanted with me?”
Chandler turned his head, buried his face in her neck, and murmured in a low voice, “You can’t take it already? How are you going to do whatever you want with me later?”
Upon hearing that, Meryl bit her lip, her fingers curled slightly, and her face flushed.
In the closed room, their breaths mingled as they exhaled, like two flames merging into one, burning passionately.
The pattering of rain outside blended seamlessly with the rhythmic panting inside the room.
Meryl’s supple body sank into the soft bed, her toes tensing with cach movement.
Chandler was quite enthusiastic and had plenty of stamina.
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Every time he trailed his kisses on Meryl’s body, her smooth and delicate skin took on a rosy hue.
Chandler enjoyed watching the way she arched her waist, and it drove his intense passion to grow even more frenzied.
Meryl’s eyes glistened with tears, and for the entire night, she blossomed beautifully under his touch.
At the first light of day, Chandler finally let her go, albeit unwillingly.
They were at it the entire night, and Meryl had lost count of how many times it happened. She only knew that when she finally lay back on the bed, she felt completely drained.
She closed her eyes, exhausted, never knowing such things could be played out in so many ways.
The foot of the bed, the bathroom, the sofa–these were just the basics, and there were even more…
After Meryl fell asleep, Chandler walked onto the balcony and lit a cigarette with a satisfied look.
With the cigarette between his lips, he glanced at Meryl, sleeping soundly on the bed, and a satisfied smile played on his lips.
Chandler’s eyes then narrowed as a thought crossed his mind. He went back into the room and fetched a tube of ointment from
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In the pitch–black room, he gently grabbed Meryl’s ankle, staring at the long scar on her left ankle, his gaze lingering.
Chandler’s face then showed a hint of pain and tenderness.
He knew there was a scar there, but he hadn’t realized it left a lingering ailment. Meryl would feel pain whenever it rained.
With that in mind, Chandler delicately applied the ointment onto Meryl’s ankle with meticulous care.
He worked tenderly, treating her as if she were a precious
treasure.
