After their passionate encounter, Oliver Hoffman laid in bed, holding Helen Blair in his arms.
He gently stroked her long hair, then lowered his head to plant a kiss on her forehead.
"It feels so unreal, like I'm dreaming."
No sooner had the words left his mouth, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, there was a faint teeth mark on his left chest. Helen, giggling in his arms, had taken a playful bite.
"In dreams, you can't feel pain, right? Did you feel that?" Helen teased with a playful smile. "You're still half asleep, want me to give you another bite?"
As she lowered her head threatening to bite him again,
Oliver quickly dodged and then subduedly pinned her under him, restraining her hands.
He looked at her, an eyebrow cocked, and a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"You dared to bite me? Watch me take my revenge!"
He lowered his head, nuzzled in her bosom, titillating her into breathless giggles.