At that moment, Albert seemed to understand the feelings of those men. The torture was unbearable; he couldn't wait even a minute, even though they had just been intimately entwined last night.
Cynthia leaned back in her seat and lowered the rearview mirror to check her neck. Instantly, she was furious. She snapped the mirror shut and turned to protest angrily at the beast beside her.
"Albert Wilson, can you stop biting my neck from now on?"
Every time he kissed her, every time they were tangled together, he liked to kiss down her neck and, even worse, leave one mark after another. Each time, she had to scramble the next day to cover up the evidence.
To her surprise, he turned to look at her and smiled lightly, casually correcting her.
"Cynthia, please be careful with your words. That wasn't biting, it was sucking!"
