Alexander Kingsley extended his tongue, sliding it over her lips, slowly downward, his warm breath spilling onto her chest.

Hot, stifling.

"Enough, enough." She finally found her voice, pushing at his chest, "It’s getting late, I should go home!"

"But you want me!" His lips gently bit her earlobe, his voice a bit deep.

"I..." She paused, realizing she had fallen for his trick, "I didn’t mean that kind of want, Alexander, let go of me... it’s not good with so many people watching!"

He was the highest-ranking Admiral of the Sovereign Empire; if recognized or faced with an assassination attempt, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Are you concerned for me?" he lightly asked.

"Mhm..." She wasn’t being coy, so simply admitted it, even actively invited him, "Come stay at my apartment tonight."

She suddenly remembered the injury he sustained last time, not knowing if he’d recovered fully, so she needed to check personally, after all, the scar on his chest was because of her. She still felt quite guilty.

"Okay."

Alexander probably never expected her to personally invite him, so he was stunned for a few seconds before coldly responding.

Though his voice was cold, he couldn’t hide the joy inside.

"Personally inviting me to stay with you, aren’t you afraid I’ll devour you?" She usually avoided him, like a mouse seeing a cat.

"That depends on whether you can manage to devour me." She said, and then opened the car door and got in.

Alexander stood there, stunned; was she agreeing? If she was willing, he’d very much like to indulge. Besides, if he wanted to, there wasn’t anything he couldn’t get.

...

Apartment.

An off-road vehicle stopped, and two figures got out from the car.

Alexander followed behind her up the stairs.

"I’m a bit hungry, want to have hot pot, are you okay with that?" She opened up, asking his preference.

The fridge was stocked with food for hot pot, the base was a bit spicy, she wondered if Alexander would enjoy it.

He hadn’t liked overly spicy food before.

"Oh right, I’ll make a divided hot pot then." She didn’t wait for his answer, and directly slipped into the kitchen.

Alexander watched her back for two seconds, then took off his coat, and like a lord, walked into the bathroom.

About half an hour later, Alexander finished showering and came out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist.

"Is it ready? Come and eat." Carla Carr already called him, simultaneously casting her glance at him, first checking his chest, the scar hadn’t healed, thinking back to his madness that day, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of affection, it was true...

"Mhm." Alexander agreed with a word and then walked over but didn’t take a seat.

Instead, he caught her with a reverse hand pull: "Carla."

"Hmm?"

"Carla..." he called softly, and then blocked her lips in one motion, his large hand directly reaching into her clothes, kissing her while pushing her, finally pinning her next to the sofa.

"Ah, Alexander, can you let me eat first... eat, then I want to sleep." She genuinely didn’t intend to go further, who knew he would be serious about it.

Just as the words of refusal fell, he pressed down entirely, determined to possess her.

Initially, she was trying to push him away, but unexpectedly, while pushing, she ended up embracing him back. Because, she had become moved by his passionate kiss.

This action overflowed him with a sense of conquest, his blood swelling uncontrollably, as if it was going to burst through his veins.