Matilda Jenkins was still in a daze, staring blankly as Nathaniel York kissed her, feeling as though she might still be half asleep, her senses floating, the moment feeling somewhat unreal.
No, wrong… Matilda denied over and over, the sensation of this bastard kissing her now was still very clear.
The tingling Nathaniel York incited in Matilda suddenly reminded her of everything that had happened last night.
It was simply… unspeakably regrettable!
Matilda tried to move her leg and curses, indeed, it hurt like hell.
Other than the severe pain during her periods, Matilda had never really felt such pain before, it wasn't like the usual kind of injury pain, it was indescribable, persistent.
Matilda's brain was muddled, she wanted to wake up properly, but the sensations Nathaniel York was giving her were just… simply too overwhelming for her to muster any resistance.
She cursed inwardly, this Evil Man must have used some sorcery on her.