Christina lay in bed after Emond had left. She covered herself with the covers, just to keep warm.

In the middle of the night, she felt warm behind her. She lusted after the warm breath, so she turned over and stuck herself to it.

Emond froze, unable to move, allowing her restless hands to rub all over his body.

But it was the small hands that had the particular effect on his body.

At the end of his patience, he could only hold her hand tightly and not let her move. The next moment, the woman in his arms was rubbing his mouth against his chin.

Her soft lip pressed...