The frustrations of the day must be avenged at night.
There's nothing he can do; sometimes she's just too naughty, making him furious. But when she puts on her childlike innocence, he cannot bring himself to scold her.
He comforts himself: She doesn't understand, she's playful, there's no need to bicker with her over every little thing...
He, a grown man, getting upset over her childish antics, truly seems beneath him. But how does one quench the fire within? He can only seek psychological balance when falling asleep at night.
Gripping her soft waist tightly, listening to her soft gasps, he revels in his dominance over her body, and the feeling is truly maddening.
Gavin Graves lay on top of her, warm skin pressed against each other.
He kissed the corner of her mouth, like a boy new to love, whispering sentimental words: "Cherry, do you love me?"
