FOUR HOURS LATER
“Nghh! You.... remove your hand!" she snarled as she pushed Miguel's hand away from her naked chest.
"Hehe, why are you acting as if you despise it?" Miguel laughed as he teased her.
Avita changed her position on the bed so that she faced Miguel. She felt herself shyly glancing away from those deep black eyes.
Miguel, on the other hand, wouldn't let her do as she pleased, so he healed her chin and pushed her to face him again, this time with a sensual sparkle in his eyes.
Avita felt like cursing when she saw his hungry glance, but she held herself back since she knew that speaking loudly would result in a significant loss for her.
Seeing her conflicted, Miguel felt it was a loss; after all, it would have been much better if she had caused a scene, giving him enough grounds to punish her.
However, there was something sinister about her stare, which he always found quite appealing.
