Nell Harris had just been rubbing back and forth across his chest with both hands, which was like adding fuel to the fire. He was almost at his limit, and now, it was harder to control.
He licked the corner of his mouth, like a fierce beast silently approaching its long-watched prey, slowly closing in on Nell Harris who was searching for his wound.
He spoke: "Oh... I must have remembered wrong, the wound... is below?"
Dylan Young's voice was particularly hoarse at the moment, yet his tone was inexplicably sexy, sending shivers down anyone who heard it.
However, Nell Harris was not in the mood to care about that now; she was very concerned about Dylan Young's "injuries."
She hadn't even had the time to appreciate Dylan's well-toned body that looked thin with clothes but muscular without.
"Below, below there... is..."
