"Julian." Cecilia Lynch, mustering her strength, looked at Julian Keaton with burning eyes, "If you still want it, you can continue. Today, I'll do nothing but serve you, until you're completely satisfied."
"You're already very tired." Julian Keaton gently kissed Cecilia Lynch's forehead, cherishing her obedience.
Between them, time was not lacking; he had all the time to love her properly.
He tapped her small nose and smiled indulgently, "You rest for a while first, I'll take you to dinner tonight. After dinner, you won't be able to escape."
"I don't want to eat." Cecilia Lynch held onto Julian Keaton, immersed in his strong masculine presence, "Julian, I'm really not tired, no matter how many times you want, I will satisfy you."
"Cece?" Julian Keaton's dark brows furrowed, "From earlier, I felt something was off with you. Could it be that you called me here because you physically needed me to fill you up?"
Of course, he knew it wasn't as he thought.
