"Felix..." A soft call, Mia Foster’s eyes were like a pool of water, misty with bewildernt, yet filled with desire.
Felix Shaw pressed his handso face down again, his lips landing on the nape of her neck, gliding as he asked, "Never done it before?"
Mia Foster bit her lip, "Mmm..."
He said no more, but suddenly thrust in, using brute force, with not a shred of tenderness. A cry of shock, Mia Foster gasped for breath, her delicate brows twisted tight, her small face turned deathly pale.
She was not a woman afraid of pain, but his sudden intrusion was more than she could bear. Before she could react, he struck again fiercely. With a cry of shock, Mia Foster imdiately bit her own hand.
Her parents were sleeping in the next room; perhaps they were already up, sitting in the living room... She dared not make too much noise, for fear of being heard by them.
He propped up his body, attacking forcefully, stimulated even more by the sight of her struggling yet enduring with her hand bitten, awakening so bloodthirsty factor within him.
With increased strength and relentless pounding, the red of bloodlust stained his gaze. The more she endured in silence, the harder he struck as if only in this way could he release all the depression in his heart, until she trembled ceaselessly, and he buried his face in the hollow of her neck...
The feeling was not all that wonderful; aside from the pain, she felt no pleasure until the final mont when he pushed her to the clouds. The entire process was about enduring pain.
She knew, he was venting, so she reached out gently to stroke his short hair, asking softly, "Do you feel a bit better now?"
"Huff!" Felix Shaw exhaled deeply, not answering but instead asking, "Can I take a shower?"
"Yeah, over there." Mia Foster pointed towards the bathroom, Felix Shaw rolled aside, lying on the roof for a while before getting up, glancing indifferently at the blood-stained bedsheets, and striding toward the bathroom.
Watching his retreating back, Mia Foster bit her lip, they... had truly beco husband and wife in every sense of the word.
Standing under the shower, Felix Shaw’s mood did not improve with the physical release, but instead, his handso face beca even more brooding.
Feeling down, looking for an outlet to vent, he had forgotten the promise he had made to Elizabeth White.
He had promised her that he wouldn’t touch another woman when he was with her, but just now...
He poured so shower gel into his palm, washing himself over and over. He was not a chaste man, but neither did he have the vice of juggling two won at the sa ti.
It must have been a mont of insanity just now, otherwise, how could he have done sothing even he found contemptible!
Only after Felix Shaw stepped out of the bathroom did Mia Foster go in to take a shower. She had initially planned to soak in a hot bath but, worried about Felix Shaw being bored alone, she quickly took a shower and got out.
Felix Shaw was already well-dressed, leaning against the bed with a frown, as if lost in thought. Upon seeing Mia Foster erge, he suddenly sat up, his voice still sowhat hoarse, "I should be going back."
"Have breakfast before you leave."
Mia Foster was not a coquettish woman. After having done the most intimate act together, there was no need for false modesty. Wrapped in a towel, she walked to the wardrobe, picked out underwear, and with her back to Felix Shaw, she pulled off the towel, dressing herself piece by piece...
Felix Shaw swallowed, his handso face involuntarily turning away.
Breakfast was already prepared, so Felix Shaw ended up staying. He sat at the dining table with Mia Foster’s parents, his first ti eating at his future in-laws’ house.
Everyone ate their breakfast silently, head down, with only Evelyn Bailey reminding her daughter continuously, "Mia, give Felix so more porridge... Mia, add so more dumplings for him..."
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