As he spoke, he continued to domineeringly seek her lips. Catherine was unable to resist, letting out soft, breathless sounds as he captured her red lips.
When he finally released her mouth, Catherine protested in a trembling voice,
"You're still sick… and you haven't even eaten…"
She had meant to say that he was too weak and should hurry up and eat first, but Bert had no interest in hearing that. He bent down and scooped her up in one smooth motion, the strength in his arms steady and powerful.
"Never doubt a man's stamina in bed."
With that, he carried her to the large bed.
As her clothes were pushed aside, as every inch of her beauty was slowly tasted by him, Catherine melted completely. There was nothing she could do except cling tightly to his strong shoulders.
For Catherine, this was truly her first real experience of intimacy. The one two years ago had happened when her consciousness was unclear; aside from the soreness afterward, she had barely felt anything else.
