"Little thing, what are you thinking!" Nicholas Croft pinched Beatrice Hargrave’s jaw and, through gritted teeth, said while exhaling smoke, "It’s already exhausting taking care of one imp like you. Do you want to drain completely dry?"
"Uncle, have you gotten old?" Beatrice threw her phone and jumped up, grabbing the shoulders of Nicholas’s shirt and feigning alarm, "Quick, eat more supplents. I’m still so young, I don’t want to be a widow already!"
"Little thing, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Hmm?" Nicholas leaned in again, pinching Beatrice’s chin, looking like he desperately wanted to devour her.
Beatrice puckered her lips in grievance, "Uncle, I’m not, I’m genuinely concerned. After all, you’re so much older than , by a whole zodiac cycle. What if you can’t anymore soday, what am I supposed to do..."
Nicholas...
Faced with Beatrice’s aggrieved look, his dangerous dark eyes narrowed. He took a harsh drag of his cigarette before slowly exhaling. Suddenly, he stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table and with a swift move turned his muscular body over.
Beatrice’s delicate fra was pinned beneath him, his narrowed eyes showing danger, his thin lips parted, and words forced out from between his teeth.
"You’re worried about your future happiness?"
Beatrice...
Appearing unaware of the approaching danger, she naively nodded in response to Nicholas’s dangerous gaze.
"Alright!" A soft laugh followed, and then his lips descended, capturing hers in a punishing kiss. His fiery tongue ventured deep, drawing her into his mouth.
The tingling sensation, a bit painful, yet it stimulated the cells within her body, making them excited, "Mm~ Uncle~ take it easy... it hurts..." Beatrice’s soft moans intermittently erged, her blurred words teasing Nicholas’s heart, making it itch.
"How could taking it easy suffice..." Nicholas’s lips traveled to Beatrice’s ear, his fiery tongue encircling her earlobe, provoking trembling through her body before moving away, sliding down her neck inch by inch, leaving blossoms on her neck and collarbone.
His handso face buried by her ear, amidst rough breaths, Nicholas did not forget to grit his teeth and ask, "Are you satisfied now, hmm?"
By this ti, Beatrice’s thoughts were already drifting on the clouds along with the sensations of her body, her arms raised slightly at her sides in a surrendering posture, eyes lightly closed, mouth corners lifted, "Uncle... I love you so much..."
"Good, Uncle loves you too!" Nicholas planted a heavy kiss on Beatrice’s ear and, as he said this, in his heart, he was thinking about Sophie Foster’s na.
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