In Titus Zane’s disbelieving gaze, Nathan Moore pressed his handsome face down, forehead against Titus Zane’s, smiling as he said, "Titus Zane, you’ve struck gold, I’m a virgin, and you’re the only woman for me."
The first time I was violent with her, it was not only because of the anger in my heart but also because of the discomfort of first contact, that feeling both unfamiliar and longing, painful yet pleasurable.
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Why should she enjoy herself when I’m in pain!
"But—" Titus Zane pouted with grievance, looking up into Nathan Moore’s warmly lit eyes, and accused, "You often abuse me."
"I don’t," a sigh arose, Nathan Moore not willing to admit, "Don’t you think it’s thrilling when I’m violent?"
"Not at all, it is always painful and terrifying torture." Titus Zane continued to accuse, while Nathan Moore only smiled ambiguously.
Biting her earlobe, he exhaled, his slow, ambiguous voice following the breath into her ear.
"But you were trembling..."
After realizing what he meant, her face blushed bright red.
"Nathan Moore! And you said you never had a woman before!"
Knowing all this, how could you be a blank slate!
Nathan Moore lifted his handsome face again, his eyebrow arching in pride, "I haven’t experienced it, but I’m not an idiot."
When he studied from films and searched online, it was mentioned that a woman would tremble when she climaxes.
Also, when he posted online asking how to address a woman’s fear in this aspect, someone suggested that not only should one be gentle at this time, but also engage in conversation to divert the woman’s attention...
Nathan Moore thought that this was a great suggestion. For instance, now, as he was talking "pleasantly" with her while slowly rhythmically moving, she wasn’t resisting.
Thinking about how developed society is, where anything can be resolved with a quick search online, Titus Zane didn’t delve deeper into the conversation. But indeed, he did abuse her that time—
"You invaded my mouth, it was disgusting!"
"Darling, that was passion, fun, how could it be disgusting?" Nathan Moore helplessly, moving quietly while feeling her tight warmth, explained as he kissed the corner of her lips.
"How could it be passion and fun, it was clearly your perversion!" Titus Zane accused again in dissatisfaction, only a pervert would demand such an act.
"Next time I’ll use my mouth to help you." Not wanting to ruin the mood at the moment, Nathan Moore had to compromise.
"No, that’s disgusting!" Titus Zane rejected instantly, without a thought, followed by a feeling of emptiness inside her body as Nathan Moore withdrew, and then the warm kisses spread down her neck, barely pausing at his favorite peak before continuing downward.
When his nimble tongue surrounded that sensitive area, anticipating Nathan Moore’s intention, Titus Zane urgently exclaimed, "Nathan Moore, no! Dirty!" her slender fingers tightly clutching the bedsheet beneath her.
But the man didn’t heed her command, his tongue dexterously moving, Titus Zane could even hear him swallowing...
A different sensation, embarrassing yet thrilling, her soul craving it, Titus Zane never knew his tongue could take her to the clouds.
When her body went limp, he filled her up once again with himself.
Looking at her flushed cheeks, the curve of his lips revealed his satisfaction.
"Nathan Moore... dirty..." With embarrassment, her voice trembled slightly, but Nathan Moore just laughed, "Very sweet."
Then, his lips pressed down again, and in the light veil of the canopy, the romantic atmosphere enveloped the room.