Beatrice tried to normalize her heavy breathing. She gasped for air as if the oxygen supply was thin. It was all because of Sam's relentless assault on her sensitive spots, overwhelming her. Her breasts were squeezed and played with, while Sam's fingers wildly stroked below. They sought and touched Beatrice's most sensitive areas."I always love seeing your face turn red because of me," Sam praised.The black-haired girl widened her eyes and screamed in disbelief as Sam lifted her effortlessly. Weightless and light, she was now in Sam's embrace. She immediately wrapped her arms around Sam's neck, finding her own grip."You didn't even tell me you wanted to be carried," she whispered, pouting. She comfortably leaned against his strong body that never ceased to amaze her.Sam just grinned. "It's too cold outside. You might get sick." He briefly kissed the top of Beatrice's head. "Grab that remote, will you? Close all the windows, the button is green."Compliantly, Beatrice grabbed the r
Sam grinned slightly. He brought the body still in his lap back down. Moving aside the other pillows so that his bed was only occupied by the two of them. "Take off your panties," Sam requested while hurriedly removing his shirt.Beatrice nodded faintly. She slowly removed the coverings on her intimate area, intentionally inviting Sam to come closer. And because of that, Sam looked at her with intense desire."You're really teasing, aren't you?" Sam moistened his lips. The sound of the buckle opening and the buttons on his pants, which he was still wearing, made Beatrice swallow her saliva. His now liberated member stood erect."You're not planning on turning on the lights? It's dark," Beatrice played with the ends of her long hair. Swearing for anything, Beatrice wanted to curse herself. How could she act like a seductive mistress of a powerful man?"For what?" Sam was already prepared to crawl closer to Beatrice."Don't you want to see me more clearly?"Sam pulled the corners of his
Sam's hips moved with increasing enthusiasm, thrusting back and forth, stirring deep within the tightness of Beatrice's embrace. He felt his own desire being massaged and desired. He couldn't forget the feeling of entering Beatrice because of this. And because of this, Sam provided additional stimulation exactly where it made Beatrice even more wild."I... I want to come, babe," Beatrice said.Sam had been eagerly waiting for this moment. "Together?"The thrusts from Sam were becoming more intense, driving Beatrice wild. She could sense his restrained groans, a signal that they were both reaching the peak of pleasure. Sam pressed himself deeper than usual. Beatrice's back arched as she was overwhelmed by the sensation. Her toes curled. Her whole body felt as if it was being doused with ice-cold yet refreshing water.Inside her womanhood, she felt a comforting warmth, filling her womb with fluids of release. She grimaced slightly as Sam slowly withdrew himself. It felt as if a liquid w
"The closeness I want is not just like this," Beatrice smiled faintly. "But... truly close, not only through touch but also in the heart." She brought her hand closer to his chest, where his rhythmic heartbeat indicated that its owner was alive and that every nerve was stimulated by their proximity. "Closeness in the heart as well."Sam stared intensely at Beatrice. He remained silent for a while before blinking slowly. All the words that had crossed his mind remained unspoken. He exerted all his strength to protect Beatrice. The safety of the girl beneath his wing was his priority. But the closeness in the heart that Beatrice desired was something Sam still couldn't grasp.He was afraid. Many of his enemies knew his weakness.Ah... Sam shouldn't have worried, right? After all, there was Quassano who would help him protect Beatrice. So, what was he afraid of? Didn't his own feelings... resemble Beatrice's? It was him who spoke about his desires, his commands, and his requests, not all
Beatrice treaded carefully, her hand tightly held by Sam's. Occasionally, Sam helped her navigate the slippery stone steps. The rain from last night had made the path to the top of the hill much steeper than usual.Beatrice wanted to ask where exactly they were heading, but Sam didn't want to speak too much. However, Beatrice was amazed and felt a sense of tranquility that she had never experienced before in this place she had visited so many times.The hilly area covered in lush vegetation and pine trees created a completely different atmosphere along the path that Beatrice was traversing. There was still a slight mist obstructing their way."We'll arrive at the end there," Sam said, pointing to a spot that suddenly filled him with longing. The image of where he was once a happy five-year-old child, receiving love and affection, remained vivid in his memory.The gentle laughter of his mother and the towering figure of his strict father spun in his head. If he hadn't tightly held Beat
No matter how strong the wind that tousles her hair, her clear eyes are focused on one point. The string of words that forms a name has been engraved in her heart for a long time. She hopes that time could turn back, but it feels impossible. What has left this mortal world, she knows, will never return. They patiently await the reunion with those who love them dearly.Someday in the future.She sighed softly, then positioned herself on her knees beside the area where the owner of the name peacefully rests. She cleared away the fallen leaves that dirtied the surroundings of the grave. She gently wiped the tombstone, which had been replaced and looked much better than before. In the past, she felt unable to smile whenever she visited the place where the hole in her heart was truly massive. But now, she's starting to adapt."How are you, Tony?" she asked with a wide smile. "I'm sure you're doing well. Mom and Hera come here often, don't they?" She laughed, or rather, she laughed at herse
For the past two hours, Jack's eyes have not left his work screen. Occasionally, the window behind him provided a temporary distraction, where the bustling Flown could be seen returning to its usual state. Jack greatly enjoyed the constant stream of guests entering after passing through rigorous security checks.Flown nightclub was pulsating once again. However, Jack enforced a rule for its visitors. Initially, many protested, but the owner had entrusted the decision to Jack. No one could object to anything Jack wanted in Flown, including the tight security measures."Busy?"Jack scowled in surprise and sighed in annoyance as the person entering his room casually sat down without a hint of guilt. Ah, he blamed himself for not locking the room door after Sam's visit a few hours ago."I have a lot of work." Instead of venting his frustration, Jack chose to continue typing on the keyboard. "Why are you here? Aren't there things you need to attend to in the North?""Just finished." Eland
"Beatrice complained about a lot of things she didn't understand. I actually feel sorry for her, but there's nothing she can do except endure, right?"Eland nodded in agreement. "Help as much as you can, An. Beatrice is not a foolish girl.""Yeah." Anne smiled widely. "I'm learning so many new things that make me feel like I'm back in college. The mentor that Mr. Alfred provided for Beatrice is no joke."Eland gently stroked Anne's hair. "That's understandable. Beatrice is his only granddaughter. Being separated for so long, and well... her life story is quite dramatic, isn't it?"They reached the front door, and Anne's hand was about to turn the doorknob. She wanted to quickly make sure that the food they ordered matched Eland's taste and check if anything was missing from the dishes. But before her hand could reach the doorknob, Eland stopped her."Don't you want to keep me company tonight?"Anne blinked slowly, quickly digesting Eland's words that instantly made her goosebumps rise