Mitchel's dark silk pajamas hung loosely, revealing his toned physique beneath the delicate collarbone, exuding an irresistible allure. His dark eyes brimmed with desire, his voice thick with seduction, "Behave and call me 'honey.'"

"No..."

Mitchel's slender fingers lifted her chin, his breath hot and commanding in her ear. “Have you made your decision? Do you want this or not?"

Raegan's breathing became erratic, her mouth dry. Her shirt collar wrinkled, exposing patches of creamy skin, becoming even more enticing and fragrant with emotion.

Mitchel's gaze intensified as his moist kisses trailed from her chin down her slender neck, his handsome face buried deep.

At the height of their passion, he gasped. "Behave... Call out..."

His sensual gasp shattered Raegan's restraint. She whimpered softly, her voice tender, "Honey..."

Mitchel, satisfied with her tender response, grinned. He kissed her nose, his voice husky and unsteady. “Good girl..."

Their intimate moments continued.

Raegan felt her soul left her being, the joy brought by Mitchel overwhelming. The feelings after reaching her climax lingered.

Afterward, Mitchel continued to gently kiss her lips, his thin lips grazing hers without probing deeper, tenderly comforting her. His gentle teasing was soothing, sending tingles down her spine.

Raegan felt her back damp with sweat, biting her lips in embarrassment.

But at that moment, a soft gasp escaped her lips, faint yet distinct.

Instantly, her cheeks flushed as red as apples.

Mitchel pressed his forehead against hers, teasingly asking, “You like it when I kiss you, huh?"

Raegan's face burned brightly. His teasing was irresistible. She didn't know how other couples managed, but with Mitchel, it always felt effortless. Indeed, even his tender, deliberate kisses could evoke joy within her.

They were mature adults. Expressing desires shouldn't be a big deal.

Her cheeks flushed, she remarked, “You're well aware of what you're doing..."

Observing his beloved woman's contentment, regardless of its nature, filled Mitchel with a profound sense of fulfillment.

"You've had your fill." He gently squeezed her hand beneath the thin blanket, his voice hoarse. "I'm still uncomfortable..."