"Ouch." The girl's soft voice carried a hint of contentment.
He deliberately softened his actions, asking in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"
Gentle enough, as her delicate skin and soft lips accuse him whenever he kisses with a bit of force.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked again.
However, the little woman beneath him had fallen silent, asleep, holding him soundly as she drifted off.
Lucas Knight: "..."
Just now she was holding him, saying she needed it, she wanted it.
She was clinging to his waist, wrapping her arms around his neck and refusing to let go, yet now... now she's fallen asleep? Didn't even consider how uncomfortable he felt! So uncomfortable!
The man slid his large hand under the blanket.
Since Eva Nightingale had just been bathed by him and placed on the bed, at this moment, she was entirely bare, stark naked, not a stitch of clothing on.
As his large hand extended in, it immediately touched her soft skin.
Soft, soft...
