With a whole night ahead, it's enough time for him to indulge in this alluring body, but there's no way. As soon as he touches her, he can't resist it. Everywhere carries a faint fragrance, everywhere has the best touch, skin soft and full of elasticity, every part is just right, as if heaven crafted her for him.
The thought that another man once enjoyed such a body like him made the fire in his heart burn even brighter.
If it were her deceased husband, would she be like this? Would she be proactive?
Would she scream wantonly and cooperate with him?
The thought of this made his bite even harder, the sharp pain from her chest made Avery Jane frown.
She called out softly: "It hurts... don't..."
She wanted to push away the dark head buried in her fullness but felt infinitely desolate.
This was her own choice; the real pain had to be endured. It was just for this night, her eyes gazing at the ceiling, struggling against various strange and uncontrollable sensations from her body.
