A Moment in Destiny

He felt her crying and her fragile body trembling in his arms. He tried to suppress his lower body from the tightening and throbbing as he closed his eyes slightly, but he opened them in a blink and carried her to the bed.

Her tearful face had left him a little bewildered for a moment. Putting her down, he didn't do anything else but walked to the window and lit a cigarette. He took a big sip and was silent.

She sobbed, sensing that Mr. Fox wasn't doing anything. She opened her eyes, searching for him, only to find his tall figure standing by the window. It looked even more lonely with its height.

The smell of cigarettes diffused into the room. Sherry felt an overwhelming sense of melancholy. She didn’t know why she felt this way either.

She looked around the house and realized that all the furniture was the same, untouched and didn’t move a bit. Everything was nothing but spotless.

He didn’t say anything, and he just kept smoking. Sherry sat up from the bed, curled up, didn’t know what to say.

The atmosphere was ambiguous, dull, overwhelming.

“Go and take a shower!” he said in a cold voice of a sudden.

She froze. She was embarrassed and her face was feeling hot.

Mr. Fox watched her cheeks flush, and it was so beautiful that men would go insane. He turned his face away once more, suppressing the excitement within him, and took another hard sip from his cigarette.

Sherry gulped. As she saw him turning his back towards her, she stood up and walked towards the bathroom in his bedroom. 

Before entering, she heard him say,

“There are pyjamas in the wardrobe!”

She shivered in fear and was speechless.

She was stunned to open the wardrobe and saw a clear selection of women's clothes, and it was the same as five years ago.

“They were prepared for you five years ago!”

She panicked. Why hadn't he thrown them away?

He urged her while he continued to smoke, “Hurry up!”

She entered the bathroom.

When she came out again, she saw him with his hand still holding a cigarette.

He tilted his head up and looked at her when she opened the door.

She chose a conservative cotton nightgown, wearing slippers. Water droplets can be seen on her fair feet, and her hair was still dripping water. Her wet hair was hanging casually over both her shoulders, standing at the doorway of the bathroom apprehensively.

She was nervous, uncomfortable, shy, helpless...

His eyes darken as he looked at her. He turned around and pressed a remote control, and the lights went out!

“Ah!” Sherry cried out in fear as darkness descended.

There was nothing but silence all around her, and she subconsciously searched the place where Mr. Fox stood. In the 

darkness, everything was out of sight. Even though nothing can be seen, she felt a sharp pair of eyes staring at her. That gaze was like a wild beast that wanted to tear its prey apart on the spot.

She was inexplicably frightened and couldn't help but to escape. But her body was pulled in by someone.

“Ab..” She screamed.

and she was wrapped around so

was shocked that his body temperature was very

had made her

think of William that blocked her in the toilet. Why men had so much strength? Was it because

animals that only live on their

voice was husky

didn’t

tobacco swept over her senses and was somehow

he jerked his hand around the back of Sherry’s head. He moved up

she didn't feel the mask, but rather the sensation of

didn't

take off his

so badly, to know who he was? His skin was fair, and his face was very smooth except for slight stubble under

a leopard that had been stalking its prey for a very long time. Only now did he

kiss fell on her

his kisses fell on her. His kiss fell on

along her

herself being picked up and walked over to the bed. Mr. Fox put her on the bed, followed by his fit body, pinning

sentence was quickly drowned by the frantic kiss

and his

arms. Trapping her tightly, he felt her rawness, and he felt a sense

pleasure in his heart.

lips seemed to have magical powers, and the warmth of his lips almost melted her body. She couldn't help but let out

wet tongue, and it curled and teased in between

familiar. The smell of tobacco, the scent of freshness, and the rigid masculine scent assaulted

could she have any feelings for it? It was just a business between them. It was a business she had

shy. His lips had already kissed along her face and moved to the neck. He was leaving wet trails that traced

little chance to have a deep breath. He had nibbled her neck, and the tingling

sound, and her nightgown had split into

her small hands pushing against his chest. Only realized that he had already undressed,

son again?” He asked

and tears slipped out of her eyes. Why

was breathing at the side of Sherry's face.

help but showed a teasing

smooth skin.

and her whole body felt like it was on fire. And her mind

helplessness, also began to

her legs while she clenched

so feeble, so pale,

silent darkness, the sound of their breathing

face couldn't be seen, only his eyes that glittered like stars in the night sky, bright and

his dick against her private part, feeling

held Sherry’s tightly around her slender waist

thing straight

his skillful maneuver made her feel even

turned out. He's a

hunted so many preys, yet she was a mere infantile and inexperienced one. In such a duel, even there was no

dignity, she'd sink

was no gap, fitting with

so warm, so tight, so tender that he couldn't stop it and he just wanted to fall into this sensation for

couldn't get

was holding their

the quicksand of

And who was melting?

could even feel that he was deliberately gentle,

her and

but not forgetting her original intention. Suddenly, she spoke when they were about to