"Caden..." Evelyn quickly compromised.
Caden Lockwood shook his head, "No, that's not right."
"Cad... Mr. Lockwood?"
"Erin Morgan!"
"Uncle! I beg you, please stop torturing me! I really can't take it anymore! Hmm—"
"Call me husband." Caden Lockwood frowned, showing no mercy.
Evelyn surrendered, softly uttering the two words: "Husband."
Her voice was gentle and seductive, soft, as if an invisible hand made Caden Lockwood feel especially comfortable and delighted.
"Wife." Caden Lockwood's tone was full of joy, "Call me again! Wife! Call me a few more times."
"Husband." Evelyn complied, "I'm begging you, please stop!"
Caden Lockwood immediately sealed Evelyn's lips with a passionate kiss...
After Caden Lockwood's "feast," Evelyn lay on the bed, covered in sweat and lingering with Caden Lockwood's scent, feeling as if she and he were one person.
She was so exhausted that even moving a finger seemed incredibly difficult.
