At the very least, ever since she t him, she always felt that he hadn’t touched a woman.
Sylvan Cheney had a faint and pleasant scent about him, mixed with the aroma of red wine, and even Erin Janus was getting a bit intoxicated.
Sylvan Cheney’s resolve was gradually crumbling, and he was finding it hard to hold on.
Erin Janus’s hand moved over his chest, attempting to unbutton his shirt.
Sylvan Cheney suppressed the fire within and pushed her away, "Get lost."
"Ah." Erin Janus was pushed against the wall, her back hitting it, but she didn’t care about the pain, she pounced back like a ravenous wolf!
She knew that if she missed this night, there wouldn’t be another chance!
Familiar with the rooms of the manor, she quickly locked the door as she lunged at Sylvan Cheney.
The room was completely dark.
So quiet, it was almost silent.
"Evan, don’t leave, tonight I’m yours, I’ll make you happy..." She pressed down on Sylvan Cheney, shedding her shyness.
She had grown up in the West, and was open about matters between n and won, unencumbered by reservations.
Besides, this was a man she had long yearned for.
Putting everything else aside, just his looks and physique were enough to make her heart race.
Erin Janus’s eyes were hazy, her hands tugging at Sylvan Cheney’s buttons, her eyes lost in a daze, her voice sensually amorous, "Evan, Evan, be with , and you’ll know the pleasure of being a man... want , want , I’m all yours tonight... for as long as you want, I’ll be with you..."
Erin Janus twisted her waist, forcefully pressing against Sylvan Cheney.
In that instant, Sylvan Cheney’s blood surged, he felt like he was about to explode.
Just a bite of cake, yet the effects were strong enough to nearly obliterate his consciousness!
"Get lost, Erin Janus, get away!" Sylvan Cheney roared, pushing her away fiercely.
"No, Evan, you clearly want too, right? It’s okay, no one else will co here, let’s enjoy this night together! Evan, Evan, I want you..." Erin Janus called his na passionately, lost in her intoxication.
She was almost draped over him, her clothes disheveled, her expression chaotic.
Her hair was disordered too, draping over Sylvan Cheney’s neck.
"Erin Janus, do you have no sha? Get off! Move away! Don’t bla for using force!" Sylvan Cheney erupted with anger, pushing her hard.
The mix of drugs and alcohol was overwhelming; he feared he wouldn’t be able to hold on.
With his hands braced against the cold wall, he fumbled for the door lock in the dim light, his willpower slowly slipping, yet he held on.
Sylvan Cheney’s shirt was wrinkled, half the buttons ripped off, his tie thrown sowhere.
"No, no, Evan, you want ..." Erin Janus clung to him like mad, refusing to let go. If she missed this night, there would be no other chance, "Evan, don’t leave..."
She clung to Sylvan Cheney, holding tight with no intention of letting go.
She wouldn’t let go!
Just a little longer, once the effects intensified, he wouldn’t be able to resist.
By then, he would be hers.
She couldn’t believe a man could have such strong self-control unless he wasn’t a normal man!
She refused to believe he would have no feelings for her under these circumstances!
It’s impossible, impossible.
Sylvan Cheney’s hand found the latch, but the more anxious he beca, the harder it was to open.
His whole body was burning, his consciousness sowhat cloudy.
He admitted, at tis like this, any woman’s voice could be lethal to him, but, he still had so awareness left, he was holding on with the last of his willpower.
The night was tender, and the world was silent.
Pale moonlight crept into the guest room.
User Comments
0 comments from readers