The chill on her buttocks was Nathan Moore’s large palm, forcefully kneading as he suppressed his emotions about to erupt.
A faint sound arose, the sound of a metal zipper, followed by a snap of a hidden button opening, sliding back against the chair, Titus Zane’s body was also lifted, his cry of surprise had not ceased when it promptly began again.
Her thoughts were traditional, never having tried such a position before, both sitting face to face wasn’t enough for her to tilt her head back, he was pleased, she was struggling.
When a pair of strong palms gripped her waist and lifted her up, repeating a singular motion over and over, the enclosed space was left with only their interwoven breaths.
Entering the hall, Alder Locke ignored the aunt’s enthusiastic greeting and strode up the stairs with a brooding expression.
Pushing open the door, and before even stepping in, he rudely tore off the necktie.
The sudden switch of the chandelier exposed Alder Locke’s emotions unmistakably, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes slightly squinted, his entire handsome face as if covered in ice.
Striding into the room, while walking he stripped off his dress coat, cursed under his breath, and then fiercely threw it on the floor, a roar accompanying his suppressed emotions that he wished but couldn’t hold back.
He really wanted to directly drag that frivolous woman back, pin her under him, and interrogate her, what was so good about that man, if it’s only about physical needs he could satisfy them just as well!
The nights of winter are always long and cold, but in the sedan parked by the roadside, the temperature was steadily increasing.
Repressed and helpless, the man was particularly fierce, with each thrust his hoarse, suppressed voice forced Titus Zane, "Say my name!"
"Nathan Moore..." Titus Zane obediently called out, the slight tremble of his voice like that of a cat’s, his heart being conquered, feeling pain and pleasure intertwined, longing and thrilling, Nathan Moore in a growl erupted, biting on Titus Zane’s shoulder, tightly unwilling to let go.
Although it hurt, how clearly he understood, his heart, hurt even more.
The two remained tightly embraced, having calmed down a long time ago but unwilling to let go.
"Titus Zane, I want to kill you!" After a gritted teeth curse, Nathan Moore then lifted his handsome face, met Titus Zane’s dazed eyes and hatefully bit her lips again.
He never had such thoughts before, having relatives around wasn’t as good as him being alone and carefree.
"I’m sorry," a soft murmur, Titus Zane knew Nathan Moore’s mood, actually she felt the same.
Suddenly, an idea arose, "Nathan Moore, let’s leave now, escape together!"
Meeting Titus Zane’s hopeful gaze, Nathan Moore just moved his thin lips, about to agree, but the car window was suddenly knocked loud.
Both were startled, instinctively turning their heads at the same time.
Worried about the occasional passing vehicle seeing inside, so no light was on in the cabin, it was dark, and through the glass, they saw Alder Locke, who had unexpectedly been standing beside the sedan.
After knocking on the window, he turned around, his back towards them, hands thrust in his trouser pockets, just from the silhouette one could feel the chilling solemnity.
"Nathan Moore..." Titus Zane’s face could not hide the panic, but Nathan Moore diverted his gaze, lifting the woman straddling him and placing her on the passenger seat, his handsome face also turned cold, while straightening his trousers he said, "Don’t worry, I’m here."
Although Nathan Moore said this, Titus Zane was still worried, barely catching her breath when Alder Locke turned back again and tapped on the window, his tone slightly cold.
"You wouldn’t want Grandpa Li and your aunt and uncle to catch you, would you?"