The Wrong Woman

Were Nathan's desires solely dictated by logic?

Considering that sex was a primal instinct; if every encounter was solely guided by rationality, perhaps it lacked the essence of love. Mila slowly got up, wiping her tears away. She resolved to make one final attempt. If unsuccessful, she would completely let go of Nathan, peacefully return to Sunterland, and continue her scientific research. She would entrust her family's safety to the governments of Norvania and Sunterland.

As for herself, she had no intention of ever returning.

Mila untied her ponytail, letting her silky, long hair fall over her shoulders.

Bowing her head, she began to unbutton her clothing. She removed each garment from her body, one by one.

Mila felt her entire body flush with embarrassment, her heart racing and her breath growing unsteady.

She couldn't shake the memory of Nathan's words: "I have no feelings for you. Even if you were to dance naked before me, I wouldn't spare you a second glance, let alone touch you."

Therefore, if Nathan chose not to touch her now, it would only confirm his indifference toward her.

Mila's hand moved slowly, reaching out to touch Nathan's face. Suddenly, Nathan seized her wrist, his bloodshot eyes opening.

In that instant, he felt a jolt, his body stiffening as he gazed upon her flawless body.

Despite his outward composure, a storm of desire raged within him. As Nathan regained his senses, he was at a loss, hastily grabbing a blanket to cover her body.

His voice trembled as he spoke, "Chubs, do you have any sense of decency left?"

her cheeks turning red. Summoning her courage, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. This

her to kiss

and

became hotter

hand, Mila slowly guided it up her

desire ignited, drowning out all rational thought. Nathan's passion surged, urgent and untamed, as he flipped her over and pressed her beneath

lips, then proceeded to explore her face and neck, and gradually moved downward, venturing

bitterness simmering in his heart, Nathan found himself entangled in an emotional tempest with

deeply for enticing him completely, only

no shred of pity or mercy toward

who initiated everything, she found herself in tears and pleading for it to

himself unable to control his actions

night stretched

such experiences for the first time was

felt like an unending ordeal, repeating multiple times throughout the

was only pain, with

drift off to sleep until