She yanked at her underwear and threw it on him.
The man glanced down at the clothes, and for some reason, his blood began to stir restlessly.
She continued undressing, clearly quite upset.
Seeing she was about to strip completely naked, he suddenly leaned over her, his thin lips drawing close to her ear, his voice turning hoarse: "Do you know what it means to undress in front of me?"
Usually, when she wore a strapless dress, it was enough to make him uncomfortable. In the past, he had to consciously avoid her to barely suppress the fire of desire in his lower abdomen.
Even though he would hold her while sleeping and occasionally touch her through her clothes, he already knew her body well— just short of fully possessing it.
At this moment, what she was doing was undoubtedly playing with fire...
His body, carrying a male scent, completely enveloped her, causing her to pause.
