Chapter 133: When I say don ‘t move, can’t you understand human language?
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On the king-sized bed in the bedroom, Enna Clark was sound asleep, completely unaware that a ravenous wolf lay beside her, hungrily staring at her.
Baron Lawrence gazed at her steadily, his eyes traveling downward from her closed eyes. When they touched upon the misty, moist, red lips, his dark pupils turned pitch black. His throat unwittingly tightened.
He had never been one to deny himself. With a flip of his body, he was now on top of the sleeping woman, ruthlessly sealing those lips he had longed for day and night!
He kissed her fiercely, like a starving hunter who had finally caught sight of his prey. He unabashedly assaulted her, savoring all the sweetness he could…
The little woman in her sleep turned her head uncomfortably and furrowed her brow in resistance.
However, this small movement only fueled the man’s desire even more. His large hand gripped her chin, and he kissed her again!
Enna couldn’t help but stir, her eyelids seemingly weighed down by 150 pounds, unable to open.
Her stillness was fine, but her movement only ignited the flame within him.
Baron Lawrence clearly felt her softness brushing against his chest, a surge of warmth rushing through his abdomen; he nearly lost control, ready to take her!
“Huff!” He gripped the bedsheets tightly with both hands, almost crumpling them, barely managing to suppress the flame inside.
Starved for so long, the prey was right in front of him, yet he could not eat it… Baron Lawrence narrowed his resentful black eyes, staring at the blushing cheeks of the young woman beneath him. Lowering his head again, he took her tender lower lip between his lips. With his hawk-like eyes unwavering, he observed her response in her sleep. Upon hearing a soft moan, he instantly pried open her clenched teeth, teasing and entwining her tiny tongue…
“Mm… Oh…” Enna was hot and uncomfortable, helplessly unable to move her limbs. She subconsciously tried to push away the invading force on her lips, unaware that her movements seemed like a response…
Baron Lawrence, panting heavily, left her sweet red lips, his forehead’s veins wildly jumping. He clenched his fists, his abdomen taut, the swelling source feeling on the verge of exploding…
Just as he was desperately trying to control his desire, he didn’t expect the woman on the bed to turn over and suddenly start undressing herself.
“Enna Clark, what are you doing?!”
He quickly pinned the little woman’s wrists, preventing her from taking off any more clothes.
This woman was truly testing his willpower at every moment! He didn’t have the self-control she thought he did!
If he really took advantaged of her now, she’d wake up the next morning with that accusing, mistrustful gaze, like an animal in the zoo unable to control its lust; an ape in heat… Reminded of her previous lifeless demeanor during their past encounters, Baron Lawrence was filled with suffocating anger, and the impulse to strangle her surged within him!
Enna was completely unaware, unable to sense the danger she was in. Her whole body was unbearably hot, and no sooner had she cooled down slightly, she was once again pinned down by that irritating force.
Her face flushed red, she struggled fiercely.
“SHIT!” Baron Lawrence was nearly driven mad by her torment, he roared in a low voice while pinning her wrists, “Enna Clark, I told you not to move!
Enna was in extreme discomfort, her eyes opening hazily, trying to see who exactly was ‘torturing’ her.
When she saw the vague outline of the man, her mouth opened, and she mumbled, “Baron Lawrence….”