Baron Lawrence really wanted to take her into his very being!
But—
The last bit of reason controlled his actions, preventing him from doing so.
"Enna Clark." He suddenly called out.
The person writhing uncomfortably beneath him suddenly stopped.
Baron Lawrence felt her fan-like eyelashes brush against the palm of his hand, and although it was just for a moment, that electric shock nearly made him lose control.
"SHI-T!" Why did she have to blink!
Baron Lawrence grunted, his temples throbbing twice, and the blue veins on the back of his hand bulged due to his restraint.
Enna Clark had been waiting for him to speak, but instead of words, she received his low scold, not knowing who it was directed at.
She opened her mouth, about to speak.
Then she heard his voice again from above, "Shut up!"
"From now on, you're not allowed to speak, listen to me!"
"..."