Nathaniel York's kiss was unlike any before, exceptionally burning and... even more crazed!
By the time Matilda Jenkins realized something was off, she had already been drawn into the vortex he created, finding it seemingly difficult to climb out.
Nathaniel York's hand effortlessly slid under Matilda's clothes, biting her ears, repeatedly calling her name, "Milly... Milly..."
Matilda felt as if her body was no longer her own, each kiss from Nathaniel York made her weaker, she trembled, "You... this is... very frightening..."
Nathaniel York kissed her lips again, "Milly..."
This time he wouldn't let her go.
He wanted her, wanted to make her wholly his woman!
The wee hours had passed, and while nearly everyone in the city was deep in slumber, Nathaniel York's night was just beginning.
Outside the window, the autumn breeze was cool, and the night was full of ambiguous shadows!
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