Her lips were forced apart, and the sweet taste of porridge spread on her tongue. With every domineering intake and teasing from him, the sweetness danced on her taste buds.
There's no denying that Baron Lawrence was very skilled in this aspect.
Even if Enna couldn't figure out how to cooperate, he could still lead her body to tremble involuntarily. Soft and submissive, she let him take what he wanted.
After a while, the demanding man finally let go of her. He rubbed his finger against her slightly swollen lips and suddenly said, "Enna, when can you give me a child?"
Bang! Enna was so frightened that her hair stood on end.
A child?
What did he mean by that?
Did he know something?
She glanced at the man beside her, and her beautiful eyes widened as she realized that his gaze held only anticipation, not probing.
Enna felt baffled.
Could it be that Baron Lawrence truly wanted her to bear a child?
