During the whole process, Savannah groaned several times as she felt her entire body respond, coming alive once more for him.
Her moan sounded like a cat, obsessed with love.
Thinking of this, Savannah clenched her fists and flushed. She walked straight away from the Lamborghini.
Her arms were aching, her legs felt uncertain, and she stumbled after two steps.
Shit! She flushed at the memory, and she couldn't even bring herself to think about it; he was so – barbarous.
He spent more than three hours on her!
More than three hours!
Sitting in the driver's seat, Dylan buttoned up his shirt slowly. Obviously, the sex cheered him up. But once again, his face darkened when he saw her get out of the car and left: "Where are you going?"
She stopped, didn't look back, and said angrily, "Don't worry, I can't run away. I'm going back to Beverly Hills."
At the moment, she was indignant and ashamed and did not want to see him, not to mention the car that she had just been in.
