In Titus Zane's disbelieving gaze, Nathan Moore pressed his handsome face down, forehead against Titus Zane's, smiling as he said, "Titus Zane, you've struck gold, I'm a virgin, and you're the only woman for me."
The first time I was violent with her, it was not only because of the anger in my heart but also because of the discomfort of first contact, that feeling both unfamiliar and longing, painful yet pleasurable.
If I'm in pain, I'll make sure she feels the same!
Why should she enjoy herself when I'm in pain!
"But—" Titus Zane pouted with grievance, looking up into Nathan Moore's warmly lit eyes, and accused, "You often abuse me."
"I don't," a sigh arose, Nathan Moore not willing to admit, "Don't you think it's thrilling when I'm violent?"
"Not at all, it is always painful and terrifying torture." Titus Zane continued to accuse, while Nathan Moore only smiled ambiguously.
Biting her earlobe, he exhaled, his slow, ambiguous voice following the breath into her ear.
