Nathan Moore then acted upon the instigation of that place, thrusting his body forwards and forcefully rubbing his palm!
"Ah..." A pang of pain arose, and the man dominated by desire delighted in his heart, pressing Titus Zane down beneath him.
"Awake?" His excitement was evident in his close gaze, and beneath the blanket, his large hand grew restless.
"Nathan Moore, get off!" Titus Zane opened her eyes, her pupils completely devoid of sleepiness.
Nathan Moore realized that this woman beneath him must be poisonous; once affected, he would be unable to let go.
Just now, he merely wanted to kiss and hug, but now he found himself wanting... to love her fiercely.
His thin lips landed softly and tenderly at the faint bruise near her eye.
"Does it still hurt?"
Titus Zane frowned, "Mhm," the injured spots on her body hurt too, especially with this muscular man pressing down on her.
Another kiss fell, then his figure turned, and Titus Zane was now lying on top of Nathan Moore.
Seeing the panic in her eyes, Nathan Moore said, "I won’t do it, just want to kiss."
Then, his lips sealed hers, sucking, kissing, grinding, not gently, with force, it was his patience of not wanting to force her.
The large hand under the blanket took hold of Titus Zane’s hand, guiding it to that spot, letting her feel his agony.
The hard, searing touch made Titus Zane quickly withdraw her hand, sensing her shyness, a chuckle spilled from their joined lips, and Titus Zane even felt a tremor pass through the chest between them.
"Thud thud..." Knocking sounds came from outside the door, followed by Olivia Zane’s voice.
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Titus Zane stiffened, clear panic in her eyes. Just as she was about to turn over and get off, her waist was gripped tighter, a hard kiss on the lips, Nathan Moore bit her, resentfully saying, "When you’re better, I must pin you down for three days and nights!"
Then he let her go, threw back the blanket, and got out of bed. By the time he reached the door to open it, his sleepy buttons had already been fastened, looking at Olivia Zane standing outside, his eyes cold, void of extra emotions.
Seeing Nathan Moore actually sleeping in Titus Zane’s room, Olivia Zane inevitably felt uneasy, yet she concealed her emotions well, smiling and saying, "Just that you guys hadn’t come down for breakfast and thought I’d come check."
"Okay, we’re up now." Nathan Moore responded indifferently and turned to walk toward the bathroom.
On the bed, Titus Zane pretended to be dead, not because of the awkwardness of Olivia Zane catching Nathan Moore in her room, but because that man...
...boldly flaunted his arousal, which was utterly embarrassing.
Olivia Zane followed and came in, sitting at the edge of the bed, gently called, "Sister..."
Titus Zane had no choice but to pretend she had just woken up, though meeting Olivia Zane’s eyes still made her feel very guilty, "Lily, I... I’ll leave soon..." Previously, living here felt normal, but now... facing Olivia Zane, she felt a disgrace for her heart... uncontrollably wanting to claim her man for herself.
"Sister, what are you talking about, isn’t home better than a hotel."
Olivia Zane frowned disapprovingly, then before Titus Zane could speak again, she said, "Mom called earlier, heard you were hurt, told me to accompany you to the hospital for a check-up."
"No need, they’re just superficial wounds,"
"No way, sister, do you know how worried mom was after hearing the news? If it weren’t for the two surgeries she has today, she would have come here herself to check on you..."
"No need, I’ll go myself." Titus Zane sheepishly responded, well aware how busy her mother Ariana Evans was, a chief neurologist who had cured many patients, with countless banners in her office already too numerous to hang, but for a checkup, she’d rather go to the hospital herself.
"Okay, I’ll accompany you after we eat." Seeing Titus Zane agree, Olivia Zane smiled.