"Chris! Chris! Please…"
Victoria besought Chris in a choked voice as her fingers left one scratch on his back after another.
She did not know why he was acting like this.
Chris had always been tender in bed. It was not like him to be so frantic.
It was not that Victoria did not like it. She was just a little scared when he acted like this.
Sweat trickled down, wetting Chris' brows and eyes.
He was panting heavily. In his blurred vision, face of the woman under him suddenly changed.
She had arched brows, a prominent nose with a rounded tip, and sensuous rosy lips.
She seemed to be having trouble withstanding the urgency of his movements, her brows knitted, her eyes closed.
The sight of her facial expression made it impossible for Chris to stop.
He was bursting to utter a name.
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