Dianna rolled up her sleeve, pointing at her slender arm to show him. "Look, you’ve made red."
She was full of accusation.
Mort glanced at her; her skin was delicate, and just a press left a red mark. He thought he hadn’t used much force.
Now looking at her slender arm, her pristine and stunning brows, evoking a sense of forbidden temptation, Mort felt those violent urges inside him constantly rising. He longed to cover her body with his marks.
"Dianna, you should leave quickly. I feel uncomfortable and I don’t want to hurt you. Be good."
Dianna had seen him during his episodes before; that night he almost strangled her. She thought for a mont, "When you’re in withdrawal, they tie you up with ropes. Maybe I should tie you up now, so you can’t hurt ."
Mort was inclined to agree to anything from her at that mont. He nodded, "Alright."
Dianna found so rope and tied his hands to the headboard, keeping him from moving.
"Done." Dianna clapped her small hands.
"Dianna, I’m tied up now, so leave quickly." Mort urged again, asking her to leave and not mind him. He could endure it; it wasn’t the first ti.
Dianna playfully blinked her long lashes at him, looking at him innocently, "I only said I’d tie you up, not that I’d leave."
"You!"
Dianna then climbed onto his sturdy thigh and sat down, wrapping her small hands around his neck. "Are you really willing to drive away?"
She bit his lip forcefully.
She bit hard, and Mort imdiately felt his lip being broken, the sweet and tallic taste of blood spreading into his mouth.
It all felt incredibly familiar; that night, she had also bitten his lip like this. Mort felt like he was dreaming again, the girl sitting on his lap overlapping perfectly with the girl he had pinned beneath him that night.
"What are you doing?" Mort swallowed, his eyes filled with intense desire.
"What do you think?" Dianna’s kisses descended, landing on his protruding throat.
Mort moved slightly, but his hands were bound, and now he was leaning against the headboard, with her on his lap doing as she pleased. She had full control.
Mort knew he had been deceived; she had deliberately tied him up, the little rascal!
"Dianna." His voice hoarse, calling her na.
"I’m right here." Dianna responded, her little hands sliding down to his waistline.
Mort felt every mont was torture; his withdrawal made him uncomfortable, but now all his senses focused on her. He wished to break free and hold her down fiercely.
Dianna’s face was flushed, her eyes glistening as she looked at him. "Will your injuries get in the way?"
"Why ask now? Earlier, when you were teasing , you didn’t seem to rember I’m a severely injured patient." Mort smiled wryly.
Dianna suddenly felt a bit embarrassed but thought to herself that she was helping him!
"Dianna," Mort suddenly realized a serious issue, "There’s no protection here, and you don’t seem to be in the safe period..."
Dianna nodded, "Yes, I’m in the risky period now, maybe... I’ll get pregnant..."
"That’s not okay."
Dianna reached out to cover his mouth. "Why not? If I get pregnant, I’ll give birth to it. Mort, I want to give you a son!"
Faced with her passionate assault, Mort retreated step by step, especially when she said she wanted to give him a son; Mort’s body pulsed with bulging veins, his hot blood boiling inside. This feeling was unprecedented; only Dianna could make him feel this way.
She said, if one day he was gone, she would definitely seek him out.
She also said, Mort, I want to give you a son.
Mort blinked his reddened eyes several tis, then spoke in a hoarse voice barely audible, "No."
No.
If one day he was no longer around, he didn’t want her to find him.
She’s still young, they aren’t married yet, he doesn’t want her to have a child.
...
Much later, Dianna lay powerlessly on the bed, Mort had broken free from the ropes, tightly holding her in his arms.
Dianna lay obediently on his chest, allowing his large hands to stroke her waterfall-like smooth hair over and over, his lips pressing on her forehead, cherishing her as his invaluable treasure with loving kisses and caresses.
Neither spoke, quietly enjoying the embrace after the storm.
He said no, that he didn’t want her to give him a son; at the last mont, he indeed...
While Dianna had set her heart on him, wanting to give him a son, she knew his choice not to have a child now was the result of considering many factors, as a mature and rational man would. Dianna felt his overwhelming care and love for her.
"Do you want to take a bath? Although the conditions here are simple, I can prepare hot water for you, you could soak in a hot bath." Mort asked huskily.
Dianna buried herself further into his embrace, her small hands wrapping around his waist, clinging to him like a little water snake, preventing him from getting up. "No, don’t go."
Mort smiled, realizing that underneath her cool exterior, she was quite clingy.
At that mont, a sudden "knock knock" sounded at the door, followed by Charles’s voice from outside, "Mort, it’s , can I co in?"
Charles was here.
Mort moved, but Dianna quickly restrained him, whispering, "Tonight, don’t deal with him."
Mort lay back down, looking at her with affection, "Charles has been with for many years, I know him well. He is slightly biased against you, but it’s all out of concern for . When it cos to matters of principle and boundaries, he absolutely won’t cross the line."
No need for his explanation, Dianna understood. Just from Charles telling Mort about her actions at the back mountain, she knew Charles was trustworthy.
Dianna raised her exquisite oval face to look at Mort, "Why are you in such a rush? The fun is just beginning."
What fun?
Mort listened, bewildered, but when he saw Dianna’s blinking eyelashes, her bright eyes were full of cleverness like a little fox, with a sche in mind. He quietly observed, curious about what kind of plan this little fox had in mind!
Another familiar voice from outside appeared; Kate Lee had arrived.
Kate Lee sounded aggrieved, "Charles, see, I wasn’t wrong. Mort is with Dianna right now, heavily injured and struggling with addiction. Yet despite Mort’s condition, Dianna thoughtlessly clings to him, doing... doing those things, so irresponsible!"
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