Indeed, it's impossible to touch a certain spot of this man with mere words; when he really takes action, I truly have no strength to resist.
As the sky darkened, the office lights still remained off, and Daniel Parker sensibly did not come to knock on the door.
"Don't you... still have things to do?" Charlotte Miller's voice trembled, her whole body drenched in sweat, not just her own but more of his.
The kind of body fluid mixed with musk merged with hers, forming a unique scent that wafted into every corner of the space.
"Yours is more important..." Atlas Hallow sucked heavily on her lips; as his waist moved, Charlotte turned into a puddle of butter melted by the sun.
"Enough..." she almost sobbed her plea, for when his nature arises, it seems to take a woman's life.
Sufficiently strong, filled with invasive possession, leaving her utterly defenseless.
