Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

As Andrew entered the warm-lit room, a fragrant, towel-clad figure crashed into his arms.

"Andrew, tonight... I'm taking what's mine," came the breathy whisper against his

ear.

Andrew turned around and grabbed Lauren by her slender waist. The usually composed seductress now trembled against him, her gaze shyly averted, cheeks burning crimson.

This was it-the night she would surrender her virginity to him.

"L-Let's... move to the bed first?" she stammered, fearing he might claim her right there against the door.

Andrew chuckled. "Patience! Though I have to ask... How did you escape Mrs. Rhodes' watch tonight?"

Lauren huffed. "Why? Don't you want me here?"

Andrew's gaze softened as he took in her radiant, blushing face. "Of course, I do! I love having you here. But Mrs. Rhodes always feared leaving us alone together. Did you sneak over here tonight?"noveldrama

Lauren giggled mischievously, slipping free from Andrew's arms as she bounced onto the bed. She glared at him, pouting.

"Mom's done interfering in our private matters. She said if she kept holding me back, Francesca and Aspen would snatch you away, and that was absolutely unacceptable. So, I'm claiming you tonight!"

Andrew was caught off guard by the reply. So, Tiana had only allowed Lauren to come over out of competitive spite, not some sudden romantic enlightenment. He thought she had finally stopped playing the stern chaperone.

Sliding under the covers, Lauren shyly tossed her towel at him. "You jerk, I'm going to sleep. Enjoy standing there like an idiot!"

If Andrew missed that invitation, he deserved eternal bachelorhood.

Heat flashed in his eyes as he moved to pounce, only for Lauren to press a palm against his chest, her snow-white shoulders trembling.

"W-Wait," she pleaded, doe-eyed. "Let me... undress you!"

Even though she was obviously shy, Lauren proved to be surprisingly attentive. She carefully undressed Andrew, folding his clothes, even unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness.

However, when her shy gaze accidentally dropped to his "formidable friend", she gasped, covering her mouth in shock.

Andrew feigned helplessness. "It's... quite big. Try to endure."

If ever there was a time for masculine bravado, this was it.

Lauren burst into laughter. "Andrew, yours isn't the largest I've seen!"

Andrew's expression darkened instantly. "You little devil-you've been looking at others? I'll have to punish you thoroughly!"

Lauren wriggled behind him, pressing her ample chest against his back. "Silly Andrew, I was teasing! I'd never look at others—they're all so... unappealing."

"But... I should admit that I've seen Captain Meurico's online once. Even pixelated, it seemed slightly... bigger than yours."

Then, she giggled, knowing full well this playful provocation would only ignite his primal desire. She wanted to ensure their night would end with an intense climax.

Andrew could not help but chuckle wryly. Sure, he was well-endowed, but even he had to concede defeat to Captain Meurico's legendary proportions. He silently cursed their genetics and their evolutionary advantages.

"It's my first time, Andrew... Be gentle, okay?" Lauren whispered, her voice thick with nervous anticipation.

The air between them had grown heavy with desire, thick enough to slice. Finally, came the inevitable next steps.

Andrew gave her round backside a light pat, only to be met with wide, confused eyes as she bit her lip ina

mix of shyness and longing. He a

immediately realized this

inexperienced seductress did not understand the signal. Francesca, that seasoned veteran, would have assumed position instantly from just that touch.

Then again, there was a unique charm in each woman-different, yet delightful in their own way.

Lauren's adorable naivety had

er

Andrew thoroughly enchanted. Compared to Aspen and Francesca, her passionate nature certainly lived up to its reputation-meeting Andrew's vigorous pace without retreat and enduring every thrust with determined grit.

A few rounds of their passionate entanglement left even Andrew sweating and breathless, nearly losing his rhythm. When the final moment arrived, both collapsed, staring wordlessly at the ceiling as they caught their breath.

Lauren finally giggled, "So tired... but so good. Night night! I'm claiming the bed now. You... do whatever."

With that, she wrapped herself snugly in the blankets and drifted off with a contented smile.

Andrew rubbed his slightly aching back as he stepped out, wondering if Lauren had been playing him all along. Her stamina seemed impossibly formidable, rivaling even Francesca's seasoned expertise.

Moreover, this was her first time.

A terrifying thought struck him: once Lauren was fully accustomed, just how insatiable might she become?

Andrew did not rush to Francesca's room just yet. Leaning against the hallway wall, he took a moment to replay the experience.

He thought Lauren truly had a volcanic passion, offering a flavor distinctly different from Aspen's submissive eagerness or Francesca's voluptuous playfulness.

Eight words summarized it perfectly: mind-melting, soul-shaking, and utterly addictive.

Steeling himself with a deep breath, Andrew straightened his shoulders. Opportunities to conquer all three in one night did not come often. Hence, this first round demanded nothing less than absolute dominance. Otherwise, how could he possibly maintain authority over these three scheming, strong-willed women in the future?

The second door creaked open, only for him to faceplant directly into two impossibly bouncy peaks.

"You greedy bastard!" Francesca pouted, arms crossed beneath her chest for maximum emphasis. "Took you long enough with Lauren! Mark my words-you'll spend double the time here, or I'll haunt your dreams like a vengeful succubus..."