Thus,
Nathan Moore then acted upon the instigation of that place, thrusting his body forwards and forcefully rubbing his palm!
"Ah..." A pang of pain arose, and the man dominated by desire delighted in his heart, pressing Titus Zane down beneath him.
"Awake?" His excitement was evident in his close gaze, and beneath the blanket, his large hand grew restless.
"Nathan Moore, get off!" Titus Zane opened her eyes, her pupils completely devoid of sleepiness.
Nathan Moore realized that this woman beneath him must be poisonous; once affected, he would be unable to let go.
Just now, he merely wanted to kiss and hug, but now he found himself wanting... to love her fiercely.
His thin lips landed softly and tenderly at the faint bruise near her eye.
"Does it still hurt?"
Titus Zane frowned, "Mhm," the injured spots on her body hurt too, especially with this muscular man pressing down on her.
