There is only one thing that Fathia understands, how she adored touch and all that this man could give her tonight. The man projected the accumulation of things that had once been in her little head. Mercilessly. Without pause. And what was more surprising to Fathia, everything seemed natural.

However,

"Why?" Fathia asked in a frustrated tone. Her eyes were wide open, and she was glaring at each other sharply. The man who had positioned herself right above him just smiled slightly. As if disparaging, but really, the man was already very impatient in the darkness of his eyes.

It took months for Tian to realize that the distance very tormented him.

"One or two?" The fingers that had been inside Fathia, he took out. The clear liquid was emanating from within enveloped. Slowly, he took the finger and touched it on the girl's cheek, burning beneath her.

Fathia growled in annoyance. "I'm done!" She pushed roughly the body of the man above her. Quickly, she grabbed the scattered clothes. Don't ask about the girl's face; very messy. Her face was red too. Angry.

"You sure?" Tian chuckled. His eyes looked relaxed as he watched the ash brown-haired girl getting dressed. Some of the reddish marks from his actions were evident at some point.

"Don't play with me, Tian. Finish it," Fathia turned her head and still gave her a piercing look. "Or I'll go home."

"Your choice. I just want to make sure you and I are satisfied. Just that."

Fathia rolled her eyes in disgust. Immediately she put a cloth covering her thighs. "Ah, I just remembered. I have an appointment with Arslan in two hours."

Fathia could see for herself how the soo-black eyes turned cloudy again. The intimate had changed so quickly. Fathia scared? Not. Oh, it's not just fear. But she wanted it too. In one fell swoop, the man had pulled her away. Support her mercilessly.

"In your dreams!"

Fathia laughed in satisfaction. "Never mess with me, Tian. Never."