It's truly torment; she feels like a fish caught by him and thrown ashore, trembling under his disposal without any ability to resist. Not far away is the ocean where she could escape; diving deep into the water, she could flee far from this suffocating feeling. But she knows she cannot escape, it's destined that she cannot escape.
The room is so quiet that all she can hear is her own breathing, even the subtle sound of a zipper being pulled open. Sensitive to the outside world, Charlotte Miller can clearly feel every pore on her body seems to open up, breathing in the layered musk scent from him.
Dammit, could she really be seduced by him? She is Charlotte Miller, the invincible Charlotte Miller.
On one hand, she despises herself for being tempted, while on the other hand, her body starts to slowly soften. Charlotte becomes bewildered, should she accept or refuse?
His intentions couldn't be more obvious, a strong scent of desire spreads between their breaths...
