Nikita's legs reflexively started to feel weak, her drooping eyelashes fluttered. After the man laid her down on the king-sized bed in the bedroom, she pushed away his well-dressed body that was about to press down on her, and looked up at the burning eyes above her head, feeling a bit complicated, "I feel like... we've been a little out of control lately, haven't we?"
To be precise, it was Sheehan who was out of control.
Out of control to the point where she felt her body was almost unable to bear it.
She thought Sheehan, at his age, wasn't some hot-blooded youngster anymore. He seemed to be a calm and composed person, but why was he like a hungry wolf in bed, never satisfied no matter how much he was fed?
Recently, it was like a never-ending party every night.
After each time, Nikita felt like she was drained by a demon, while Sheehan was the male demon sucking her dry.
She was so tired that she didn't even want to move her fingers, while he was always energetic and refreshed.
"Hmm? Really?" Sheehan caught her hand and kissed it. His hot breath seemed to sneak into her hand and then rushed to other parts of her body, causing Nikita to tremble involuntarily.
"Yes!" Nikita looked at him seriously and said, "I think it's a bit too frequent. If we keep doing this every day... your body won't be able to take it."
Actually, it was her body that was almost unable to take it.
"I don't feel drained." As he felt the girl's body soften and her strength to push him away lessen, Sheehan seized her other hand and pressed down on her, his voice low and seductive, "Niky, I'm only six years older than you. I'm not even thirty yet, not as old as you think. You don't need to worry about me not being able to satisfy you. I'm not as weak as you think."
Nikita was speechless again.
No, that's not what she meant.
She didn't think he was old, she wasn't worried about him not being able to satisfy her.
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