After Norton Abyss dried her hair, he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her.
His sword-like brows were furrowed, really, he had no way to handle her!
After a moment of silence, the man tossed the towel in his hand onto the bedside cabinet and immediately lifted the quilt, getting onto the bed.
Almost simultaneously, Fiona Schmidt turned away, her back to him, clearly not wanting to pay him any mind, her small face resolute.
Norton Abyss directly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back into his embrace. He was also without clothing, his firm chest pressed against the woman's back. Fiona's body suddenly shuddered, her back stiffened.
Feeling her reaction, the man propped up his elbow, his side face pressed against hers, his thin lips at her ear.
"If you keep ignoring me, I'm going to start again!…" As he spoke, the man's large hand explored her waist. The warmth of his palm brushing her skin made her body even more rigid, and she trembled once more.
