"Why are you being so fierce? With today's technology, you could order a doll to your liking..."
Trenton Smith thought for a moment, "With your face?"
"..." Norris Moore shook his head, "That doesn't seem right..."
Trenton lowered his head and bit her chin, his voice hoarse and slightly dangerous, "Are you suggesting I get a doll with another woman's face?"
Norris felt a bit ticklish from the bite and raised her head to avoid his lips, his lips landing on her throat, leaving a deep red kiss mark on the vulnerable piece of skin.
Trenton pressed her on the bed, kissing her slowly, then raised his head to look at her, "I've put up with it for five years, what makes you think I can't resist now?"
And then he laughed.
"Our first time in five years, you seemed quite satisfied."
Norris choked, remembering the inhumane night, even though she was drunk, she could still feel the sensation. She could hardly stand up straight the next day.
"Beast." She cursed him in a low voice.
