Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 1: The winters in Ulares were bone-chilling, but inside Cloudscape Mansion, the air was thick with warmth and passion. "Ethan... take it easy..." Nyla Green's voice wavered as she gripped the corners of the pillow. The dim glow of the bedside lamp painted her flushed cheeks in a soft, rosy hue, adding a playful intimacy to the moment. "And how should you address me?" Ethan Brooks teased, his voice a low rumble as he leaned in, grazing her ear with his teeth. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine. "Uncle Ethan...

please..." she gasped, her voice catching as she curled into his embrace. Ethan's lips curved into a satisfied smirk. Her obedience always thrilled him, and her breathless pleas only added fuel to the fire. It was a dynamic he relished. He loved when she called him that both inside and outside the bedroom. It served as a reminder as well as a way to spice up their intimacy. Nyla always found herself with no choice but to address him that way, embarrassed and annoyed. Two weeks apart had only heightened Ethan's need for her. His business trip had been long, and he had missed her body.

Despite having been with Nyla many times, he still found her irresistibly attractive. He naturally wouldn't settle for one round. Sensing his desire, Nyla moved against him, her lithe body swaying as she sought to meet his needs. "Being so eager tonight, aren't you?" Ethan murmured, his tone laced with amusement. "Don't you like it when I'm eager?" Nyla whispered, her voice coy yet tinged with boldness. "Uncle Ethan... it's been a while since we tried something new." He arched a brow, his grip tightening on her waist as he shifted their positions with ease.

The hunger in his eyes was undeniable. Check for updates gαℓησνℯs.cøm "Then don't disappoint me," he said, his voice thick with authority. Nyla swallowed hard, her face turning away as she braced herself, determined to please him. She had a favor to ask tonight, and she knew Ethan wasn't the type to grant requests freely. By the time their fevered exchange finally ended, the early hours of morning had crept in. Nyla lay tangled in the sheets, her skin marked with faint impressions of their passion, the cool air biting at her exposed legs.

She propped herself up as Ethan emerged from the bathroom moments later, his lean frame illuminated by the pale light. Droplets of water clung to his chest and slid down his chiseled abs, leaving little to the imagination. He lit a cigarette, settling into the armchair by the window, his mood seemingly lighter than usual. "What is it you want?" he asked, exhaling a plume of smoke, his tone casual but sharp. "Will you give me anything I ask for?" Nyla's voice was soft, hesitant, her hopeful gaze fixed on his sharp, handsome face. "Depends on what it is," Ethan replied evenly.

"I want to be Mrs. Brooks." . . .