Her stomach was concave like a niche, gasping for air. Her voice trembled as she fought two opposing feelings, namely the feeling of longing and rejection. The occasionally puffy blanket, hiding his hand under it, on top of her pajama, lingered on her folds.
"Ple-please!" She pleaded, breathed a sigh of relief after he freed her from this sweet torment.
Duke Kleo's eyes locked Lyra's figure who was reddened with embarrassment while absorbing her boundless beauty. Now he shifted his body to sit on the bed, closer to her. "I want us to start over from the beginning, our relationship," he said seriously. "And I want you to keep your heart open to me."
'He's pressuring me again,' she thought helplessly.
