He gazed greedily for a moment, finally unable to resist barging in.
Even after being together for so long, Sienna Johnson was still unable to adapt to his sudden intrusion, finding it painful—just like now.
"Adrian, I can't, I feel uncomfortable."
Adrian Desmond looked at her pained expression and treated her gently, until her eyes turned misty, like a beautiful lake shrouded in fog, exuding allure from every glance and gesture, only then did he begin to gallop forward.
"Did you miss me? Hmm?"
"I missed you, very much."
The winter days were long and exceedingly cold; without Adrian's embrace warming her like a furnace, she didn't sleep well. When she did finally fall asleep, she would wake up startled from dreams.
She had become deeply dependent on this man, unable to extricate herself.
"I want you to think about me all the time," he said domineeringly.
"I'm always thinking about you…" she replied.
"Good girl!" He took her earlobe.
"Adrian…"
"Hmm?"
