A deep furrow came, forming wrinkling lines on his forehead; while it came out of her mouth unexpectedly, he couldn''t help but wonder who it was then.

    ''Tyler, huh… Who is this another man in her life?''

    He couldn''t help but click his tongue as he pulled away a bit, seeing her flushed face with her eyes still flickering from such glow.

    The good news was already right in front of him, that he was almost done fulfilling what he ought to do.

    However, it was so hard to brush it off inside his head from a mere word that she spoke, of all the unspeakable things she had to utter.

    ''Damn it!'' Even at that moment, he couldn''t help but ponder, ''''Who is he?! Another bird flocking her way?! That foolish knight of hers, Keith, posed such a big thorn on my path already, and this person came with such an affection?!''

    She spoke of the name as though she drunk herself, relieving from such pain of the past that somehow shackled her subconsciously.

    Yet he couldn''t think of anyone whom he suspected with such a name, even a nickname at least.

    ''Is it someone she met leaving me not knowing who he was recent? Maybe in that Desertpeak Town?''

    The Desertpeak Town was the lone prestigious city built amidst the ''Desolate Ravine'' as Clarice spearheaded her lifelong achievement.

    Thinking about it irked him, close to firing a pit of anger welled in him.

    However, when her breathing became calmer than it was before, she started to squirm underneath. On the other hand, he squinted with a slight hiss as he was still throbbing hard inside of her after spurting so much of his essence.

    Upon shaking his head, he gritted teeth and wondered, ''Whoever this man is, he won''t be making a gap between Violette and me!''

    Before he pulled out swiftly, he grabbed the belt and hugged her tight. Then moved out of the bed while carrying her.

    She blinked her eyes like he noticed the sudden shift of his countenance.

    "Ahh! Wait!" she cried.

    "Such a careless whisper you''ve been at it, Violette." He drew close to her ear with a blow before nibbling it.

    She flinched out, and also tightened around his shaft. "Hmm? What do you mean—?!" Then, her eyes widened, pupils dilating as soon as she realized.

    She was too late because he wanted to savor the heat of the moment.

    Athan placed her above the vanity, making her lean against the cold mirror while he pulled her up a little and close to him, catching her off guard.

    To her surprise, she noticed that her hands got tied up from the belt.

    Right now, his face broke free from hers as he went on bended knees— a few inches away from her drenched slit, admiring the lush pink of hers pulsating and awaiting more of his tongue.

    Although, her body trembled when his misty, warm huffs blew her honeypot.

    Her sweet, pungent smell didn''t help as he sniffed his nose, making him groan with gaped lips.

    ''So sweet…'' He then peered at her, mumbling, "I''ll punish you, feisty lamb."

    Nathalie leaned and reached for the uppermost of the mirror to grab, and as their gazes met, he licked his lips, filled with nothing but her juices.

    Her face flushed with rich crimson.

    ''... Damn it, I''ve never been this frustrated right off the bat. Whoever that is… I''ll make her want more of me…'' His hand caressed through her thighs before grabbing them to spread further.

    Withal, he went back at it; this time, his fingers went for her swollen clit with ceaseless rub as well as giving her a mouthful of suckle by the labia.

    She trembled so much that she lost grip, arching her back to the mirror as she screamed.

    "I''m… I''m almost there, Athan— Please— Yes—Ahhh!"

    When her convulsions went out of control as she squirmed, he pinned her legs with such control, enough to hurt her slightly, and his tongue then went for her entrance, slipping in and out.

    "Yes! Yes! Ahh— Ahh! I''m…."

    Now, Nathalie couldn''t help but grab a handful of his hair, pushing him away but Athan was strong and stubborn.

    He went deep to her core as she twitched her body, letting out her lustful screams and desire throughout his passionate work.

    She let him have it— every cry and squirt she had all for him.

    Dropping her legs, her chest heaved alongside her deep pants. Her vulnerable stares from the fatigue only pushed him to do more.

    This time, a lot rougher than he did.

    "Don''t you dare think it''s far from over..."

    When he beamed a smug smirk, she couldn''t help but gasped in horror while clutching her chest for what awaited her.

    Athan carried her to the nearby window— black velvet curtains and white chiffon drapes veiled the view outside— and dropped her while turning her back at him.

    "I won''t stop you from holding onto it tight." He gestured at holding the fabric.

    Her curvaceous derriere stuck out for him to see, almost close to rubbing against his raging size.

    ''This view is hot…'' A chuckle came from his lips, licking it, then said, "You''re in bad luck, Violette, for frustrating me…"

    Nevertheless, he shoved his entire length into her once more, and she moaned from it.

    Before he grabbed her hips, a loud smack crisped the air from the reddish mark that etched on her rear end.

    "You''re— Ahh! M— Mistaken something else—"

    "Hmm? I can''t hear you.."

    "You—!" Suddenly, he covered her mouth before she could answer again, "Hmm! Mhmmm!"

    "Hush now..."

    Athan leaned onto her arched back and his jaw became rigid as the angle he had was beyond perfection. She clenched him so tight that he had to muster his remaining strength to thrust it all to her.

    When he met her eyes, screaming with a plea, and then rolled up in ecstasy, he couldn''t help but grin from how she had a great time.

    For it was the same to him.

    Even though the glimmer in her eyes almost dimmed out, it only hastened his rhythm with the rough squelches popping their ears.

    "Violette, I''m about to cum again, for one last time," he whispered while his hand rubbed her taut, pink nipples and the other to her clit.

    Her muffled cries turned into crazy moans ringing his ears, wanting more of her.

    Evidently so, her body had subtle tremors, and he was also at his limit with a pool of fire building up for another round on his loin.

    ''Fuck! Feels amazing! I feel like bursting out—! I''m so close…''

    "I''m close!"

    "Same—" Athan mumbled.

    She held onto the fabric for her dear life when his thrust went jagged for one last time as he shot so much of his semen left inside.

    Before Nathalie''s wobbling legs gave up, Athan anchored his arm on the wall as he staggered for a stable position. With both of them gasping for air.

    Alas, it has been a long while since someone challenged his stamina in bed.

    Luckily enough, it was her.