The feeling was peculiar; he longed ardently to become one with that woman because it gave him a sense of security.
He didn't know when he had fallen to such depths, where every move, expression, and word of hers influenced his emotions, he thought, if she were to once again be his woman, surely her heart should be set on him, and that would bring him security.
While he was immersed in these thoughts, suddenly, a warm body hugged him tightly from behind.
Underneath the thin shirt, the man's sturdy muscles had already begun to bulge, and he pleasurably curled the corners of his lips, as a phrase abruptly crossed his mind---"The favor of a beauty is the hardest to bear."
Her ardor tonight was somewhat overwhelming for him.
"You're in such a hurry, hm?" he reached out with his large hand and grabbed the two small hands at his waist, they were soft, but he instantly stiffened.
