His hand roamed her supple skin, grasping her ankle firmly and pulling Ariana, who attempted to withdraw, back into his embrace.

The fervent kisses gradually eclipsed Ariana's thoughts. Surrendering to the moment, she ceased her resistance. Her hands found their way to Holden's collar, deftly unfastening each button of his shirt. Her fingertips traced a path down his chest, grazing over his firm and resilient muscles.

Ariana was clad in pajamas, and Holden refrained from tearing her clothes to shreds.

As their kiss deepened, Holden's exploration of Ariana's body intensified. Eventually, he reached for her buttons, deftly undoing them.

In response, Ariana couldn't help but release a soft moan. She wrapped her arms around Holden's waist, drawing him closer, their bodies melding together in a warm embrace.

Under the fervent onslaught of Holden's kisses, Ariana felt a searing heat suffuse her entire being. Clinging to the remnants of her rationality, she stole a glance at the man before her. With a surge of impulse, she lifted her head and sank her teeth into his collarbone, leaving a vivid mark.

Holden's desire surged in response to her action. He met her gaze with intensity before returning the fervor of their kiss, his movements becoming more urgent. In a swift motion, he removed her underwear.

As Holden's caresses and kisses intensified, Ariana couldn't help but moan.

Initially intending to savor the moment, Holden's excitement surges upon witnessing Ariana's reaction. With a surge of desire, he seized her slender waist and entered her without hesitation.

Ariana let out a scream. Her body felt weak, and Holden's hands held her back to keep her from sliding down the sofa. She gripped his neck with all her strength.

Their breaths mingled, and the stimulation between their bodies continued relentlessly. A rich sense of pleasure exploded in Ariana's mind. Gasping, she clung to Holden, whispering, "Theodore..."

Holden kissed her again hard, his gaze intense and his cheeks flushing. His eyes turned red with emotion.

"Call me Holden," he said, taking her hand and placing it on his face. "Theodore is Holden, and Holden is Theodore. Call me Holden."

Ariana grunted, teeth clenched, resisting the urge to moan. But his kiss was so intense that she parted her lips, and their tongues met.

The intensity beneath her increased, becoming more vigorous. Unable to endure it any longer, she called out Holden's name.

Holden didn't seem satisfied. He kissed away her tears, nibbled her skin, and said, "Don't try to escape. You can only belong to me."

Upon awakening to the sound of the alarm clock on the second day, Ariana stirred from her slumber. Still groggy, she reached out to silence the alarm, but Holden gently pressed her hand down, signaling for her to stay.

Ariana wasn't even able to open her eyes since she was so tired. She turned over and fell asleep again.

Cradling her in his embrace, Holden opened his eyes and gazed tenderly at the sleeping Ariana. A soft smile graced his lips as he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then, he got dressed, mindful not to disturb her peaceful slumber.

After getting dressed, Holden stole a glance at Ariana, a sense of unusual contentment enveloping him. Gently, he tucked her in with care before quietly leaving the room to check on Melon.