Chapter 32 (I shall torture you no more)

Alysia laid on the bed waiting for him and still staring with lust in her eyes. At the sight of his manhood, she felt her whole body fidget as if a drop of fire was deposited into her body.

He gazed at her with fire in his cold eyes - the eyes once filled with despair and anguish was now overtaken by lust and desire and something else that she couldn't explain.

He crawled onto the bed without hesitation and widened her legs. His dimmed eyes stared at the essence of her womanhood and Alysia became more aroused at the sight of seeing him stare at her body.

"Beautiful..." He whispered before turning his face to glance at her. "It is beautiful..." He repeated. 

Uhh! This man. Even his words seemed to be doing magical things to her. How can somebody possess all the weapons of sexual warfare? He sure enjoyed how he was torturing her but she enjoyed it more even though her body was starved and craving for him.