No man can tolerate the seduction of the woman he likes, especially when she was originally his! Why should he endure it!
A kiss started with him exercising some restraint, but then completely lost control. He pressed Enna Clark against the leather cushion, fiercely capturing her sweetness with his hot lips and tongue, as if he wanted to devour her whole...
Enna Clark placed her hands on his chest, trying to maintain a sliver of reason amidst the fiery kiss, "Baron Lawrence, mm, don't... don't do this..."
"You're pressing on my stomach... mm... my stomach hurts..."
"Where does it hurt?" The arrogant man knelt on one knee above her. Although his actions were intense, he carefully avoided her stomach, not touching it at all. Yet, he stopped due to her exclamation and reached down to touch her stomach from above, "Does your stomach hurt?"
