A man who hasn't indulged in flesh for a long time will become irresistible upon encountering it, just like Nathan Moore.
Ignoring Titus Zane's cries, Nathan frowned, gritted his teeth, and continued to persist.
"Nathan Moore, get out, get out..." Titus Zane's beautiful eyes were swollen from crying, refusing to let go of this feast, yet unable to bear seeing the woman he loved in tears, Nathan simply raised his hand and covered Titus Zane's pitiful face.
The faint sobbing came through his fingers, disturbing his heart rate but stimulating the excited elements in his blood. The more Titus Zane panicked and feared, the more exhilarated the galloping man became, closing his eyes to enjoy the warmth that he hadn't felt in a long time.
Gradually, the sobbing between his fingers stopped, and the damp feeling in his palm also vanished. The intoxicated man opened his eyes to find the woman staring blankly at the ceiling, her face expressionless, numb.
