But that self-control was also completely useless in certain situations.
Because if Samuel REALLY wanted to escape, he absolutely had the physical strength to throw Heena off him. He was taller, heavier, with more muscle mass and training in self-defense.
But he wasn't doing that.
So Heena understood immediately: 'This bastard doesn't want to do this himself—doesn't want to be the one to initiate or admit he wants it—but he DOES want it to happen. He just needs ME to take the responsibility and the lead.'
'Damn fucking moronic repressed virgin,' she thought with exasperation even as she continued her assault on his clothing.
She finally managed to pull open his outer robe, and her hand landed on his stomach—
And she froze completely.
Wait.
She touched it again, more carefully this time.
She looked down at what she was feeling, then back up at Samuel's face with absolute shock.
She couldn't believe what she was touching.
This was NONSENSE.
