Tease her to make her... And then just let go?
What kind of sick pleasure is this?
Julian Fairchild kissed her lips without saying a word, but the amusement in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Oh, you." Maeve Lane lightly shoved him. The blush on her face hadn't completely faded, making her look more shy than angry.
"Let you experience the feeling... of being all fired up." Julian Fairchild delicately licked her earlobe, his voice seductive like a Demon King.
Maeve Lane pulled back her hand, refusing to embrace him, and said dryly, "I didn't."
The man hugged her, chuckling: "I know your body better than you do."
Maeve Lane: "..."
"So, how do you feel? Uncomfortable?"
How was she supposed to reply?
Julian Fairchild saw her frown and softened, leaning down to capture her lips. His kiss, originally gentle, soon turned rough.
Maeve Lane felt the man's passion, yet clung to a shred of rationality, and as he breathed heavily, she suddenly pulled the blanket over herself tightly.
