He was helpless, having no way with her, and could only embrace her in his arms.
However, Katie Hades was clearly not satisfied. After lying still for a while, her hands began to wander over his body, from his chest to his abdomen, her soft boneless little hands pressing against the man's fiery skin—definitely a form of torture for him.
"Stop moving!" Just as the woman's hand was about to move lower, Fierce Eagle suddenly pinned it down and then grasped it to pull away, while turning to glare at her.
The room had a bedside lamp turned on, casting a dim light. The two were close enough to clearly see each other's faces.
Katie Hades, seeing the tightness of the man's handsome face and the fiery light in his eyes, knew he was holding back. Her movements became bolder and more presumptuous.
Knowing that he was hesitant to touch her injured left arm, she reached out directly towards his waist, her small hand sliding inside his robe.
