A Night of Desire

Clara Grant froze for a moment before she understood what he meant. Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson. Biting her lip, she whispered, "I... it doesn’t hurt as much now. You can... move..."

Having received her consent, the man grew excited. He kissed her lips and began the most primitive, most instinctual of rhythms.

At first, fearing he would hurt her and that she hadn’t yet adjusted, the man held himself in check. But by the end, when he felt her body relax, he knew she had completely accepted his presence. He could no longer hold back and began to move with unrestrained passion...

At the thought, Clara Grant felt her face begin to burn.

Through the heavy curtains, she could only sense a faint light and couldn’t tell what time it was. She carefully tried to move, but the moment she shifted, she felt an arm tighten around her waist. Turning her head, she saw Seth Quinn’s handsome face, mere inches away.

His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be deep in sleep. The tightening of his arm was merely an unconscious reflex.

’He must have been exhausted yesterday. Of course he was. I remember how he’d taken me again and again, each time lasting for what felt like an eternity. It went on until I couldn’t take it anymore and passed out from sheer exhaustion!’

Clara Grant stared at him, her gaze tracing the contours of his face. She’d never deny how handsome he was. With his eyes closed, his long lashes cast a soft shadow beneath them. His high-bridged nose and sensual, thin lips were so captivating it was impossible to look away.

’Who would have thought,’ she mused, ’that this man, who looks so disciplined and stoic, could be so wild and insatiable once unleashed!’

Clara Grant smiled, pursing her lips. Just as she started to reach out and touch his face, the sleeping man suddenly stirred, startling her. She froze, unsure if she should quickly shut her eyes or just keep them open.

But it was too late to pretend. The man had already opened his eyes, and his deep, dark gaze locked onto hers.

Seeing her dazed expression, Seth Quinn’s lips curved into a smirk. "Like what you see?"

Clara Grant nodded instinctively. A moment later, she realized what he’d asked and was about to shake her head, but Seth Quinn spoke again. "If you like what you see, you can look your fill from now on. No need to sneak peeks while I’m sleeping. By the way, what were you thinking about just now? You looked completely absorbed."

"I was thinking about yesterday..." Clara Grant’s mind was still blank, and she answered him on pure instinct.

"Oh, so you were reliving yesterday, were you? No need to just relive it in your head. Why don’t I give you a live demonstration?" Seth Quinn flashed a wicked, roguish grin and made a move to roll on top of her.

Snapping back to her senses, Clara Grant pressed her hands against his chest and said urgently, "I—that’s not what I meant! You... after so many times yesterday, wasn’t that enough?"

Seth Quinn gave a devilish, incredibly sexy smile. "When it’s you? How could I ever have enough?"

’Though it was a perfect, heart-melting line, Clara Grant was still terrified. Her whole body was already aching from yesterday. If she let him have his way again, it wouldn’t just be a matter of being sore—it would be a matter of being bedridden for days.’

At this thought, Clara Grant’s voice softened, and she put on a pitiful, vulnerable air. "Seth... I’m... I’m still sore down there..."

Her words were a stark reminder for Seth Quinn. How could he have forgotten this was her first time? How could she possibly withstand such a powerful, intense onslaught?

He immediately felt a pang of guilt, and his expression softened. "Okay, don’t be afraid. I won’t touch you," he soothed. "Come here. Let’s get some more sleep."