Bella's reaction was half a beat slow. At this moment, she finally snapped back to her senses and hurriedly protected her soaked clothes, "Bastard, I'm not here to sleep with you!"
"You're my wife. As a wife, you're obligated to fulfill marital duties. Me sleeping with my wife is a right I should enjoy." Edward Anderson aggressively advanced, bending down to kiss her tender lips.
Unlike his previous forcefulness, this kiss was patient, almost seductive. Not until she unconsciously opened her mouth to reciprocate did he, unable to resist, launch wave after wave of passionate assaults.
Bella Scott's head felt groggy, the kiss nearly taking her breath away. Her eyelids were heavy, and her vision blurred, as if someone was lulling her to sleep.
She let her head droop and was pulled into a strange dream...
Edward was passionately kissing Bella. At first, she would respond, but later, she showed no reaction. He propped her face up – this woman had fallen asleep?