Damian cupped her waist with his hand, gave a peck at her lips, and rasped, "Baby, your husband will soon give it to you."
In the silent snowy night, goose feather snowflakes were drifting outside, causing the frozen branches to shiver. But the temperature in the yet unlit room was as scorching as summer.
The two people tightly embracing in the dim light were already drenched in sweat.
Unknown how much time had passed, the interwoven low moans and panting finally quieted down, and the noises that made one's face flush had settled.
Bella Acker was completely exhausted, softly leaning against Damian Sinclair's chest.
Both of them were soaked in sweat, leaning together didn't quell the flames ignited within them but rather fanned the fire even more.
Bella Acker wrapped her arms around Damian's waist trying to catch her breath, only to realize soon that his body was undergoing changes again.
Bella Acker widened her eyes in shock and looked up at him, "Damian, aren't you tired?"
