Asher's eyes were burning with intense desire.
Overcome by desire, he seized Eleanor's slender waist with both hands and held her down.
Leaning close to her ear, Asher whispered huskily, "Eleanor, you surprise me."
He couldn't resist such an incredibly captivating woman like her.
Eleanor's breathing grew heavy. Her brow furrowed, and she bit down hard on her lip. They engaged in a prolonged s*x act. As darkness enveloped the surroundings, the moonlight waned, tiny dewdrops formed on the tips of the roadside grass.
Finally, Asher let Eleanor go. They took a quick shower and lay down on the bed.
Eleanor felt drowsy, but her worry prevented her from succumbing to sleep.
"Mr. Anderson."
She made a sound, only to find that her voice had become hoarse.
Asher, behind her, was satisfied
