As Bennett's eyes darkened, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pressed his forehead against hers. "What do you want to do?"

Upon hearing the question, Claudia instinctively turned to meet his dark gaze. Her heart was pounding, and she felt a strange warmth throughout her body.

The more seconds passed, the quicker her heart rate became. Despite knowing how shameless she would sound, she still said, “I want to make love with you."

After saying that, Claudia felt like she could no longer maintain control of herself.

She looked Bennett straight in the eye and asked, "Do you want to do it, too?"

She then blinked.

Bennett did not respond. The silence in the room lasted for a few seconds before shame crept back into Claudia. She turned away, covering her face with her hands. "Never mind! Just pretend I didn't say that."

What in the world was she thinking? Had she lost her mind?

Claudia stopped berating herself inwardly when a hand encircled her wrist, and she was once again turned to face him.

“I have no meeting scheduled for tomorrow morning."

Bennett gently drew her hands away from her face, leaned down, and kissed her.

Claudia was not prepared for the tenderness of this kiss. The kiss gave the impression that he was trying to comfort her rather than attack her.

However, the gentle kiss only served to make Claudia want more.

She moaned, and the sound of it was like a summons to battle.

Bennett's already dark eyes widened with want, and the kiss went from tender to fierce as a tornado in an instant.

Soon, Claudia was drowning in the intensity of his kisses and touches.

The composure she had previously been so close to losing fully disintegrated at that moment.

The alcohol's effects had worn off, but she was far from sober. She was aware of the situation but unsure of what to do. In the end, all she could do was call his name helplessly. "Bennett..."

Claudia's grip on his bicep tightened subconsciously as his warm breath blew steadily on her neck.

Bennett pulled away a little to examine her appearance. Claudia's face, bathed in the gentle light, shone with a beauty that rivaled that of springtime blossoms.

His eyes burned with lust even more. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Tell me if it hurts."

Outside, the plants swayed in the wind, and the moon cast a silvery glow over the house. The curtains were partially open, allowing light to shine through.

Under the gentle illumination, the two figures leaned towards each other.

Claudia's voice could be heard in the otherwise silent room. If one listened closely enough, they would hear her say "no," but her tone did not sound like she was protesting.