Zane's mind was occupied with the intimate moments he had shared with Eleanor, which kept him awake. He walked over to the window and looked at the sky.
It was a new moon night, clear and starry. Those countless stars reminded him of her birthmark, which he had noticed right below her nape.
He had never seen such a beautiful birthmark. His thoughts trailed back to their conversation.
Flashback…
After two rounds of sex and multiple orgasms, Eleanor remained motionless, like a dead fish. She couldn't even bring herself to open her eyes.
Zane smiled, trailing his fingers down her arm. Her pale, flawless skin had red and bluish hickeys around her neck and shoulder, a reminder of their passionate moments.
He couldn't control himself from kissing those marks.
"Mm…" She moaned softly and moved a little.
"Are you still tired?" he asked.
"Hmm…" she only hummed feebly.
