The large hand roaming on her body paused.
A few seconds later, his voice, laced with restraint and tolerance, rang out again, "Does your body still feel uncomfortable?"
Actually, it wasn't that uncomfortable anymore.
It only felt terrible for half a day.
It was much better now.
However, Joanna Lawrence feared that Ashton Heath would continue bothering her, so she looked pitifully at him and nodded, "Yes, I'm uncomfortable."
So, could he please spare her?
She really didn't want to be unable to get out of bed tomorrow.
Another moment of silence.
Joanna heard the deep breaths of the man behind her.
He seemed to be trying his best to restrain something, his breathing was heavy, and when he exhaled, burning hot breath was sprinkled on the side of her neck.
The arm wrapped around her waist tightened, waited a while longer, and finally, the man's voice behind her was hoarse to the extreme, "Alright, I won't touch you. But, I don't want to settle it myself."
