A strong body pressed up behind her, and Aurelia Shaw’s breath was slightly labored, but she didn’t think much of it; the two were in close combat training.
Mason Nightshade fought with her while correcting her shortcomings, his hot breath spraying on her ear. Listening to her rapid, slight panting, he felt like the tight string inside him was about to snap.
Even her sweat seed to carry the unique fragrance of a young girl.
Mason’s eyes were a dark red. It took every ounce of self-restraint not to pin her down and do sothing outrageous.
This was torture for him.
The woman was right in his arms, their hands and feet touching, occasionally their skin would et. It was more torturous than just pinning her to the bed and getting it over with.
Because he could only look, not taste.
No... not just look, he could touch, though it wasn’t that kind of touch. The occasional collision was driving the beast inside him to the brink of breaking free.
When the training ended, Mason was covered in sweat, his handso face flushed, his eyes dark as if hiding a fierce beast ready to pounce and bite soone’s neck.
"Let’s go eat, I’m a little hungry."
As Aurelia wiped the sweat off her neck with a towel, stepping out of the training area, a strong grip caught her shoulder, slamming her back against the wall. A tall shadow lood over her,
Aurelia was montarily dazed but imdiately understood—he couldn’t hold back anymore?
In the mirror opposite, Aurelia saw her own face all flushed,
Moreover, doing nothing was already a temptation to this lecher.
It was admirable how long he’d managed to hold back.
Her lips were nearly chapped from kissing, both red and swollen. Aurelia ruffled his hair and murmured in reproach, "Mason Nightshade, know your limits."
This wolf wouldn’t want to do it here, would he?
"Mason Nightshade..."
This ti, Mason really got angry. He released her lips and bit her neck hard, "If you dare get distracted again, I’ll take you right now."
He’d always wanted to possess her, seeing her like this, how hard it was to restrain himself, did she not feel any desire for him at all?
Every ti it seed like he was the one being proactive, acting shalessly, climbing into her bed.
This wild wolf.
Aurelia sighed helplessly, seeing the dark red in his eyes, she gently stroked his wolfish head, kissed the corner of his lips, "Are you sure you want to cooperate and kiss you? Are you sure you can control yourself?"
In an instant, the wild wolf that was Mason, with his fur bristling a second ago, was miraculously cald by her. The once arrogant wild wolf was as docile as a loyal dog in front of her.
He... was not sure.
"Alas..." Mason let out a long sigh, "I really don’t know if agreeing to help you train is good or bad for ." So far, it only seed torturous.
"Let’s go, let’s eat."
Walking can... "Put down first!"
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