[Warning: This chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]
Unlike how eager he was when he'd fondled her breast and dug his teeth into the erection of her peak, in the face of his woman's irritably spoken command, Charles suddenly found it hard to obey her order.
The blue eyes that he'd come to love now gazed down at him with the temperature of an ocean's depths, cold and devoid of all light. All the hesitation and excitement he'd seen from the first time he'd touched her was all gone, replaced by a quiet acceptance of someone who'd decided to let their head win over their heart.
He knew that look all too well, for that was the sort of man he'd become.
His hands trembled as they raised toward the round, exposed softness dangling in front of her chest, squeezing it gently. Her body started shivering, nipples responding to those subtle touches even better than when he'd played with them in passionate lust.
