Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 963 - 959: Already an Adult?

Even though Sophie Foster tried her best to act like a pro, her continuously tightening grip betrayed the tension in her heart.

Nicholas Croft didn’t speak again. The prey he had his eyes on was already at his lips, so whether she was experienced or a novice, he wouldn’t let her go.

Exiting the elevator, he held Sophie Foster’s hand and walked towards the room. With a swipe of the card, the door opened, and as soon as they entered, the tall man pressed Sophie against the door.

He wasn’t a man with a cleanliness obsession but didn’t like kissing women with thick lipstick. However, he really didn’t want to wait any longer, not even for a minute...

His cool lips covered Sophie’s in a very unfamiliar sensation. Sophie closed her eyes, her hands clenching tightly onto the door behind her, her eyelashes coated with mascara trembling continuously.

"Uncle..." Nervously, Sophie called out unconsciously. "What’s wrong?" A few nasal words spilled from between their joined lips, in a deep magnetic voice, filled with fatal allure.

Nicholas’s lowered gaze fell on Sophie’s lips, sucking gently, while a large hand rested on her waist, kneading with just the right amount of pressure.

It felt like electricity surging through her, Sophie’s body tensed tightly, afraid yet craving, because the large hand on the back of her head was so warm. Even through all her braids, it burnt her scalp, a warmth she yearned for.

Then there was the feeling on her lips. When she was well-behaved as a child, her mother used to hold her face and peck her lips.

"Uncle..." Sophie called out again, the backpack hanging on her shoulder slipping down to her elbow, her hands on the door tightening even more. "Heh," came a soft chuckle, and Nicholas finally understood. The little kitten was calling him because she was nervous.

The hand kneading her waist moved down, gave her firm backside a gentle slap and a squeeze, then lifted her up as if holding a child, striding towards the suite inside.

Instinctively, Sophie let out a startled cry, wrapping her arms tightly around Nicholas’s neck. Their kiss continued; even as they passed through the small sitting room he didn’t stop.

Reaching the large bed, he laid Sophie down, his body covering hers, pressing down on her. A large hand directly covered that soft spot, her black bustier providing him easy access.

Feeling the not-so-large mound in his palm, Nicholas stopped kissing, propping himself up on one arm and frowning slightly, "Are you of age?"

"Mm," Sophie nodded, biting her lower lip, her hands tightly gripping the sheets beneath her.

Peering at the little face below him, Nicholas’s handsome brows remained furrowed, as if probing, though it was only for a brief moment before his thin lips pressed down again.

The large hand covering that spot kneaded forcefully, and a surprised cry escaped her lips, "Uncle... it hurts..."

Nicholas propped himself up again, gazing at the wrinkled little face below, the curve of his lips hinting at his good mood, his large hand moving gently, "Does it hurt?"

Sophie...

Biting her lip, she tightened her grip on the bed’s edge.

It doesn’t hurt now, but... it’s like an electric shock, a tingling sensation erupting there, quickly racing through her body, her foot in the Martin boots curling involuntarily. But before she could react further, Nicholas had leaned down again, his handsome face burying in that spot, kissing. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Another surge of electricity hit her, and Sophie turned her face to the side, biting down hard on her own hand.