67. Between Dream And Reality
His hand gripped Ellie's hair tip tightly as if it were a rein he had placed on his wife.
Then, in a chillingly low voice, he whispered, "You are mine, Ellie. I will kill every man in your heart so there's room for me. Ah, no. I don't care anymore if I can occupy your heart or not. You are mine."
He declared his possessiveness over his sleeping wife while continuing to inhale the scent of Ellie's hair in his hands.
His dangerously gleaming eyes piercing the beautiful face of his wife.
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Ellie felt the lower part of her body, just below her stomach, was very wet. It felt warm, and her muscles tensed.
"Ah..." Unintentionally, a moan escaped her lips as she opened her heavy eyes to see Cassius's long hair between her legs.
Cassius's tongue moved like a creature wriggling in the sand.
'Am I dreaming? You're bothering me even in my dreams, huh?' A sleepy smile etched on her face.