The head rested on the lower abdomen tensed noticeably before the man moved over her, and a sigh followed when his warm lips caught those two pink ones.
"Be good, call out one more time..."
Then Titus Zane felt long fingers on the button of his trousers and, sensing the man’s intention, panicked and tried to stop him.
"Nathan Moore, don’t!"
"I’ll just touch, not enter..." A soft sigh escaped between their engaged mouths, his greatest concession.
As Titus Zane tensed nervously, those well-defined fingers were already caressing gently and tenderly...
"Titus Zane, I so want to take you right now!" A sentence uttered through gritted teeth buzzed in her ear, Nathan Moore burying his head in Titus Zane’s neck, his heat palpable even through their clothes.
Worried that things would escalate in an unwanted direction, Titus Zane stiffened her body, not daring to move, and squeezed her long legs even tighter, fearful that the lingering fingers might trespass further.
A chuckle rose near her ear, sounding very pleased.
"I didn’t enter, why are you clenching so tight?"
Her face instantly flushed with embarrassment, "Nathan Moore!"
"Hmm, I’m here," he replied in a very matter-of-fact tone, which infuriated Titus Zane so much that she threw a punch at him, followed by a grunt and... through the trousers, he actually... nudged her.
With a bang, something exploded in front of her eyes, Titus Zane’s face now beet red.
"Nathan Moore... you! Pervert!"
"Inappropriate use of words, negative points!" A pinch of pain at her earlobe, Nathan Moore gave it a nip and said, "You only ’flow’ when I’m busy,"
Was it her mind that was twisted, or was there something inherently wrong with what this man said?
As she pondered, the fingers that paused at that spot began to circle lightly, and Nathan Moore had already given the answer.
"Turns out I’m right, I haven’t started yet, and there’s not much ’water’ here right now."
Her eyes widened in disbelief, how could this man be !
Whimpering... she was dying of shame, she didn’t want to live anymore.
She grabbed the corner of her open jacket to cover her face.
Above her head, Nathan Moore’s pleased laughter sounded, "What, shy now? We’re an old married couple, what’s there to be embarrassed about?"
"Who’s married to you!" Titus Zane lifted the jacket corner and glared at Nathan Moore fiercely.
A peck of a kiss landed on her forehead, Nathan Moore’s dark eyes shining with dazzling luster.
"Of course it’s you, you were the one who accepted the blessings in front of the Priest."
"If we are an old married couple, then what is Lily!"
Nathan Moore’s dark eyes lifted slightly, stating, "If we’re a married couple, then Lily is just a little sister-in-law!"
It was the first time Nathan Moore had so directly acknowledged her identity, an indescribable feeling brewed in her heart, then turned sweet, trickling slowly.
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"Nathan Moore, you’re so bad, playing us sisters in the palm of your hand."
A sigh rang out, and Nathan Moore pinched Titus Zane’s jaw to face him, "I didn’t."
Seeing Titus Zane’s clearly angry face, Nathan Moore raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes speckled with a hint of amusement, "Jealous?"
Did she seem jealous? But whether it was jealousy or not, what she said was the truth.
"Nathan Moore, by doing this, what position are you putting Lily in, I..."
"Shh..." Before Titus Zane could finish, Nathan Moore interrupted her, placing his finger upon her lips, and in their shared gaze, she heard him say, "I’m a man, not a god, I have desires too..." Then his handsome face pressed down once again.