Briel panicked. Seriously, she wasn't clueless about such things. She once read a book that contained about men who have sexual disorders. Where the man will be passionate if he has tortured his partner. Briel doesn't want to experience something like that. Briel thought last night was hard enough. What if Erland tortured her like what Briel imagined? Just imagining it made Briel's goosebumps.
"Okay, okay. I'm just joking. But, how about one more time? I promise after this, I won't ask for more," Erland said as he hugged Briel.
Briel growled.
"Uh!" Erland let go of his embrace and held his stomach as Briel elbowed his stomach.
"I don't want to do it again! I haven't drunk, I haven't eaten, I haven't had enough energy!" annoyed Briel.
"Huh!" Erland pulled Briel's hand, making Briel's body move behind Erland's body.
"Why are you? Don't tell me you want to take a shower?" asked Briel.
