Chapter 404: 400, are you ready?
A "ding" sound in the elevator, the door opened, and Nathan Moore walked briskly towards the apartment, gripping Titus Zane’s wrist.
His body tense, his eyebrows and eyes serious, as if he were about to do something dangerous.
In front of the apartment door, Titus Zane saw Nathan’s distinctly jointed fingers tremble as he entered the password, and couldn’t help but let out a light laugh.
A glance shot over, fierce, "Let’s see if you can still laugh later!"
Titus Zane immediately held back, but the corners of her lips, tightly closed, were still trembling slightly, revealing the laugh she couldn’t suppress.
The moment the door opened, Titus Zane was pulled inside by the man, the door kicked shut with a bang, her body turned, and she was pressed right up against the door by Nathan Moore.
The kiss, no longer held back, was urgent, burning fiercely like flames, igniting every sense.
Those large hands also begin their movement, and the way he stripped off Titus Zane’s clothes seemed as if he’d done it countless times.
In fact, Nathan Moore really had done it countless times.
Three years ago, when he shackled Titus Zane by his side, every act of kindness had a nature of forceful stripping of Titus Zane’s clothes, devoid of feeling in his possession.
But now it was different, although urgent, he was also very careful, worried about injuring her, so when the overcoat got stuck at her elbows, he helped Titus Zane turn around.
Grasping one of Titus Zane’s wrists, with a gentle tug, Titus Zane spun with the force, just that the
The heat on their lips unceasing, as they spun around, their lips remained tightly locked together. She tilted her face upward, he lowered his head, using their joined lips as the axis, they spun 360 degrees, discarded their clothes, and embraced once more.
It was a very beautiful scene, as lovely as ballet on ice.
"Titus Zane..." A murmur spilled from Nathan Moore’s thin lips, a suppressed and husky voice, very intoxicating.
"Hmm..." Titus Zane made a soft sound, whether in response or in a light moan, Nathan Moore called out again, "Titus Zane..."
Then, without waiting for a response from Titus Zane, he lifted her up while continuously kissing her, walking towards the bedroom inside.
The feeling beneath him was not unfamiliar. He had stayed over in Nathan Moore’s apartment once, although nothing had happened in the end.
Their lips, still pressed together, Nathan’s distinct knuckles moved over Titus Zane’s body like a pianist playing a melody.
At some point, all their clothes were removed, and his lips were no longer satisfied with just kissing hers.
Moving inch by inch, the sensation was very gentle, also full of longing. When his patience reached its limit, he didn’t want to hold back anymore. Propping up his body, with reddened eyes, he looked at Titus Zane with a low and hoarse voice, "Are you ready..."
Meeting Nathan Moore’s affection-filled gaze, Titus Zane bit her lip, longing to agree, but the not-so-pleasant memories were playing back in her mind over and over like a movie reel. Suddenly her eyes cleared from their daze, and with a shocked fear, Titus Zane vehemently refused, "No, don’t!"
But an arrow already on the bow has no reason not to fly; disregarding Titus Zane’s struggling and resistance, he pressed down, merging into one.
He sighed, she let out a startled cry!
Whether it was because she hadn’t been touched in a long time or he was too rough, the ensuing pain brought on an inexplicable panic, stimulating every cell in her body to tighten up.
"Nathan Moore! Get out! Get out!"
Looking at the ceiling above her, Titus Zane kept struggling, fighting off him, but the panic did not subside with her tears, instead, it intensified.
"Please, get out, I’m begging you..." Her cries turned into pleas, but how could a man starved for so long let go of his prey so easily?
Breathing out, he gritted his teeth and continued his movements, each thrust shaking her soul, her whole body trembling incessantly.
Because of the haste, the crystal chandelier overhead was not turned on. The lamp on the dresser beside the bed cast a soft and warm light, yet Titus Zane’s heart felt as cold as ice.