Rena's heart melted into a puddle.

Moreover, having just had a drink, she found herself easily aroused.

Waylen shared the same sentiment, but he was not impulsive like a young boy. He insisted on providing her with a pleasurable night, albeit gently...

She seated herself on his lap, fully aware of his intentions.

Rena, too, felt a surge of desire. Having spent two hours on his lap, she could hardly contain herself.

The longing within her was overpowering. She yearned for his kiss, yearned for it desperately...

“Waylen," her voice dripped with sensuality.

Given her current state, she could no longer resist. Ignoring her feigned ignorance, he asked quietly, “What's wrong, Rena?"

Unable to restrain herself any Longer, Rena turned around, Lifted her head, and boldly initiated a kiss.

Outside, the snow continued to fall...

Through the grand French window, the silhouette of a man and a woman entwined was reflected.

Suddenly, Waylen Lifted her and put her on the piano...

The piano keys immediately reverberated.

“Waylen...

Waylen... Don't torture me like this."

Rena's voice merged with the melodies of the piano. It was difficult to discern whether she was weeping or trembling. Her shamelessness filled her with immense embarrassment, but she could no longer concern herself with such matters. She yearned for him to take things even further.

Waylen had other plans for tonight though.

He leaned in to kiss her, but refrained from going further. In a hoarse voice, he uttered her name.

“Rena, savor it. It's unlike anything you've experienced before."

Rena stared at him, her eyes wide open.

They were moist, glistening with tears. She appeared fragile and pitiful.

Waylen had never ventured into such territory with a woman, but tonight, he wanted nothing more than to bring her happiness...