When they got back to the hotel that day, Claire Sinclair hadn't even had time to take off her high heels before the impatient Great Demon King Quincy pinned her against the door. He crushed his lips against hers in a fervent kiss, catching her completely off guard.
What followed was another bout of passion that didn't end until eleven at night, leaving Claire Sinclair completely exhausted.
Adrian Quincy, however, seemed perfectly fine, calmly apologizing, "Claire, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you just now?"
"You have the nerve to apologize now?" Claire Sinclair complained with a pout. "I told you to stop, but you kept going. It really hurts!"
Every time they were reunited after even a short separation, he was like an uncontrollable beast. She simply couldn't handle his wild intensity.
'Anyway, twenty-eight-year-old men are terrifying, especially one with his kind of status.'
Filled with guilt, Adrian Quincy said, "Let me see."
