"What?"
"You can, but don't leave any marks," she whispered softly. "I don't want Brook to find out."
Sophia Phoenix's eyes turned cold, her slender fingers abruptly withdrew, flipping her over and pressing down on her.
Tilly Flower grunted, her brows furrowed tightly—damn it! It hurt so much!!
It seemed like the man on top wasn't satisfied with her pain; he started forcefully, as if he hadn't eaten meat in eight hundred lifetimes.
For Tilly Flower, this kind of experience was actually her first time.
Previously, when she was with Sophia Phoenix, she was usually the dominant one.
Although he could beat her in a fight, he was helpless against her in bed and was easily devoured by her.
She was also very happy to "devour" him every night when there was nothing else to do.
