After a while, he finally let go of her hand.
Enna Clark was already weak all over, her face flushed as she gasped for air, struggling to breathe the fresh air.
She supported herself on the sofa, barely holding herself up so as not to shamefully collapse onto his chest. As she gradually regained a little strength, she felt something brush against her wrist, slowly hardening!
She had just held that rod a moment ago, she knew what it was all too well.
No way...
Enna's body stiffened, her lower lip clenched, staying still and not daring to move.
Fortunately, Baron Lawrence had no intention of getting aroused, after biting her neck, he licked over the bite mark, his eyes narrowing, "I was wrong earlier."
"What?"
He bit hard on her slender enticing neck again, appearing fierce, but not actually biting very hard. His eyes restrained the raging flames of desire as he swallowed, "I'm not going to die at your hands, Enna Clark, sooner or later, I'll die in your bed!"
Bed, bed, bed!