Trust, but Verify
Cynthia raised her hand to push him away, tilting her neck slightly, "Tristan, enough... enough..."
Her feeble resistance only added to the allure, making her seem even more inviting.
Tristan's coaxing voice whispered in her ear, "Be good, just one last time."
Hearing this, Cynthia couldn't help but scoff inwardly.
He'd repeated that lie so many times tonight.
Indeed, a man's promises are not to be trusted!
Eventually, Cynthia's strength gave out, and she fainted completely.
Tristan kissed her brow tenderly, his actions gentle and reverent, as if he wanted to pour all his affection into her.
He carefully cradled Cynthia in his arms like a fragile porcelain doll and steadily walked towards the bathroom.
The warm water in the bath eased Cynthia's tired body, her furrowed brow relaxing slightly, and a soft moan escaped her lips, "Mmm…"
Her usually cool voice was now tinged with hoarseness, as if it had been ravaged by a storm.