His Unveiled Passion

Stephen had to admit that Tessa won, while he suffered a crushing defeat.

At that moment, his principles collapsed altogether as he knocked on the privacy screen separating them from the chauffeur.

The chauffeur immediately understood and turned onto a small road. A few minutes later, the Cullinan pulled over onto an empty and desolate patch of grass by the roadside.

Once the car came to a stop, the chauffeur quickly got out of the car and left without hesitation.

Stephen and Tessa were the only ones left in the quiet vehicle.

He took the initiative and kissed her fiercely. The kiss was deep and filled with hunger, while the electric atmosphere quickly intensified.

Desire and lust burned through the air, and their breaths grew hot and heavy.

Tessa spread her legs and straddled Stephen's lap. Their bodies were scorching hot as they pressed their bodies tightly against each other.

He placed a warm hand around her waist while his other hand slowly caressed her thighs. Tessa's chest rose and fell heavily. She couldn't stop the soft moans from escaping her lips.

She tilted her head back, exposing her slender neck. Stephen immediately kissed her neck, and his lips began trailing down her sensitive skin.

Moaning, she tightened her grip around his shirt.

It wasn't until he had claimed her completely that the insecurity and uncertainty she felt slowly faded into nothing.

Tessa placed her head on his shoulders and maintained her position on Stephen's lap. Her lips gently brushed against his neck.

As they continued the intimate act, she kept whispering his name, "Stephen."

Stephen's hoarse and lustful voice sounded as he answered her. "I'm here," he'd tell her.

Tessa called him once again, "Stephen."

He gently kissed her cheeks, brows, and the corner of her eyes as he answered patiently, "I'm here, darling."

By the time everything was over, it was way past midnight, and Stephen ended up driving the car back to his villa.

Tessa was exhausted and ended up falling asleep in the backseat. She didn't even stir when Stephen carried her into the villa after parking the car.

He had wrapped his gray suit jacket around her as the buttons on her white shirt had been torn off during their passionate and intense

moment in the car. Hence, her shirt could not be worn anymore.

Stephen carried Tessa all the way up to his room and placed her gently on his bed.

Tessa did not wake up and remained in a deep sleep. It was obvious that she was exhausted from all the exercise.

Stephen chuckled, adjusted the air conditioning for her, and tucked her under the blankets.

With the combination of being drunk out of her mind and all the physical exercise she'd just had, Tessa had a deep, peaceful, and dreamless sleep.

By the time she woke up, it was already 11:00 am the next day.

She opened her eyes and felt the onslaught of a splitting headache. She could recall bits and pieces of what had happened during her car ride back with Stephen.

The marks around her body were a stark reminder of how passionate they had been last night.

A strange feeling enveloped her heart.

The space beside her was empty as Stephen was already up, but she didn't know where he was, and she didn't ask either.

Instead, she lay in bed for a while more before she slowly got up and dragged herself to the showers. She had been to Stephen's villa before, so she was quite familiar with the place.

A new towel and set of women's clothes had already been placed in the bathroom for her. Looking at the tag of the silk champagne dress that had been laid out, she realized it was in her size.

She also received a new pair of innerwear, which had been prepared to her exactnoveldrama

size.