It's Her Again

At night, when Esther was asleep, Terence suddenly pulled her into his arms.

She was awakened and turned to look at him. "Terence, what is it?"

Feeling his warm hand find its way into her pajamas and gently land on her flat belly, her body instinctively shook and her limbs unconsciously tightened.

"Don't be so nervous. I am not as thirsty as you think." Terence's teasing voice sounded in her ears.

Esther flushed slightly and found that he was indeed gently stroking her belly without any other movements.

It was true that if he dared to act recklessly now, he might not suppress the fire in his body. And even if she, as a pregnant woman who was still in a critical period, was willing to satisfy his desire, he wouldn't dare to accept it, right?

Although his palm was only lightly moving around her abdomen, Esther still felt extremely hot and palpitating.

It seemed that he wasn't the only one who had been set on fire. So was she.