The familiar breath fell upon her lips, and immediately, heat spread between her lips and teeth, and Ava Sterling’s consciousness gradually returned. Her eyelashes fluttered, looking at the person so close, with a tall nose and deep eyes, he gazed at her, as if the abyss within his eyes wanted to pull her in. Ava Sterling’s heart instinctively contracted, and then her heartbeat quickened. It was only now that she realized he had come. But when did he arrive? How did she not know at all? Surprise rose in her eyes, as if this was such an incredible thing. Poe Vaughn gazed into these eyes, gradually bringing back the spark within. His kiss deepened, that domineering force instantly invading Ava Sterling’s territory. Ava felt this kiss came inexplicably, yet it wasn’t unacceptable. She embraced him, returned his kiss, their breaths becoming increasingly chaotic. The night gradually darkened; unknowingly, just like the suite’s air, changed unknowingly. From quiet to unstable, then to warmth, heat, as the sky fell, the room’s atmosphere became scorching. Ava Sterling didn’t know how it started; she and Poe Vaughn naturally began doing that. Her mind seemed to be thinking something, yet nothing, as she was being controlled by him, riding the storm waves with him. Wave after wave crashed, the storm blew relentlessly, the fierce sun seemed to shine eternally, Ava didn’t know how long she floated and submerged in such a world; she only knew the outside was fully dark, city lights flooding in, she saw the star-like Aurelia, everything was starlit and intoxicating. Poe Vaughn carried Ava Sterling out of the bathroom, placed her on the bed, then lay down next to her, pulling the comforter over them. Ava instinctively nestled into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his lean waist, while her face buried into his chest, breathing in his aura. He felt the dependency of the person in his arms, held her tightly, his chin resting atop her head, breath steady. Both were awake, yet neither spoke. Silence spread throughout the bedroom, the previous fiery heat dimming away soundlessly. Everything returned to normal. As if nothing had happened. Unknowingly, an unusual sound suddenly broke the silence in the bedroom. Poe Vaughn’s eyes slightly moved, lowering his gaze: "Hungry?" By now, that quiet breath was finally broken. Ava’s eyelashes fluttered, she touched her stomach, flat and empty. The same with her stomach. Her voice was soft and small, like a bundle of cotton, softening the listener’s heart. Poe Vaughn let go of her, got up to put on a bathrobe, picked up the phone and made a call. Ava lay on the bed, watching the man standing in front of the bed making a call. His gaze was fixed on her, but his words were meant for the person on the phone. Ava thought, this person looked truly good, even when just wearing an ordinary bathrobe, he still looked good. Facing his gaze, she was not shy; she looked at him calmly, admiring his face, his chest, his long, straight legs beneath the bathrobe. Just like an art-loving tourist, repeatedly admiring this well-crafted piece without tiring. "Send two sets of clothes over." Poe Vaughn finished instructing, hung up the phone, placed the phone on the nightstand, then uncovered the blanket and lay beside Ava Sterling. But as soon as he lay down, she suddenly sat on top of him, pulling his bathrobe, the next moment, she initiated letting him into her body. For more chapters visit n0velfire.net Poe Vaughn’s eyes darkened for an instant. In just an instant, he grasped her waist and took control of her. But Ava Sterling seemed to want to take the initiative; she didn’t need him to move as she began to indulge atop him, bending down to kiss him, entwining him, she appeared to have transformed. Like a sprite, causing chaos upon him. Poe Vaughn’s eyes surged with darkness, rushing forward, he didn’t allow her to indulge, but as usual remained forceful and dominating. He wanted to control her, but today Ava Sterling seemed determined to challenge him. She didn’t want him to control her; she wanted to control him. Thus, the two rolled on the bed, unprecedentedly fiery breaths exchanged. Quentin Quinn received Poe Vaughn’s instructions and immediately ordered food, then called Sister Wei to prepare two sets of clothes for Poe Vaughn and Ava Sterling. Sister Wei knew at once that the odds were they wouldn’t return. She promptly packed clothes from the master bedroom, then sent them with a driver to the address Quentin Quinn mentioned, The Creston Hotel. An hour later, the driver delivered the items, and dinner was also delivered. Quentin Quinn took the bags and food upstairs, directly arriving outside the presidential suite. He lightly knocked on the door twice, then withdrew his hand, standing outside waiting. But he waited quite a while without anyone opening the door, checking the time, ten minutes had passed. He reckoned this door might not open for the time being. He waited a bit longer, waited for half an hour, the door remained motionless, knowing he need not wait any longer. Taking out his phone to call, shortly someone came up. Quentin Quinn handed the items to the person arriving, instructed: "Guard here until the door opens." He got into the car, checked the time, ten-thirty. He thought for a moment, then dialed a number: "Make another set of the dinner just now, deliver directly to The Creston Hotel every two hours, someone will pick it up there." Hanging up, Quentin Quinn made another call: "Every two hours someone will deliver dinner, directly to the presidential suite, hand it to the person waiting outside." He couldn’t be sure when President Vaughn would come out to pick up dinner, and to avoid delivering cold dishes when President Vaughn emerges, the food would be sent every two hours to remain hot and fresh. After all instructions, Quentin Quinn finally told the driver to leave. By then, the night had unknowingly deepened. The presidential suite’s atmosphere hadn’t calmed down, still like before, even more intense. Neither was weary of being forceful, relentless, back and forth until dawn, then after dawn, when even the outside city completely quieted down. At three in the morning, Ava Sterling collapsed on the bed, pleading: "I can’t go on..." She was panting, her face flushed, hair damp on her forehead, lips slightly parted, breath chaotic beyond description. Comparing stamina with this man, she couldn’t manage. Poe Vaughn didn’t let Ava Sterling rest; it wasn’t just because she said she couldn’t that meant she couldn’t. She ignited the fire; how could he possibly let her off so easily? He became even more forceful, giving her no chance to breathe, holding her close, plunging together with him. Finally, Ava began to cry. Hitting and scolding him, tears amidst her sobs like a kitten whimpering, making him want to fuse her into his body uncontrollably. The night darkened to its deepest point, then gradually receded, a hint of white appearing on the horizon. At this moment, Poe Vaughn finally stopped.