The atmosphere in the room changed in an instant. It was as freezing as it was fiery hot. He had experienced countless women before, but never like today.
Excitement, joy, nervousness, and caution.
All familiar sensations disappeared, and he even felt a little flustered.
Beryl's every sense was led by him, with no room left to think about other matters. Waves of desire pushed her deeper and deeper.
"Marcellus, Marcellus..." Besides softly calling his name, Beryl didn't know what else she could do. The strange and unfamiliar affection tightly entwined around her, gradually turning into seductive moans that escaped from her lips.
"I'm here, don't be afraid. I'll be gentle," Marcellus said as he wiped the sweat from her temple, removing the last bit of cover from her body.
Beryl felt extremely uneasy, continuously snuggling into Marcellus's embrace. If it weren't for the darkness in the room, she might have felt so embarrassed that she would have fainted on the spot.
Feeling her instinctively tense body, Marcellus showed no impatience at all. He slowly explored this body that had never been touched by anyone before.
"Relax a little..."
Beryl wanted to relax, but she seemed unable to. Every time he got closer, her breath became more rapid due to nervousness.
As time passed, she sensed that Marcellus was reaching his limit of endurance. Before he could erupt, Beryl couldn't bear it any longer.
She gritted her teeth and made up her mind. Despite her panic and weakness, she firmly told him, "I'm okay now..."
Marcellus had never known that words exchanged between the sheets could be so touching. Before, he had never cared about such matters; it was purely for physiological needs. But now, as he looked at the crystal tears glistening at the corners of the girl's eyes, a sense of responsibility he had never experienced before enveloped him.
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