1398: Her Poor Stamina

Her Poor Stamina

The temperature in the room soared for a moment as the smell of lust swirled about.0

With the woman in his embrace, he carefully indulged in the lingering pleasure of their lovemaking.

However, even after claiming her for a few rounds, he was still not sated and tried to invoke her lust by teasing her.

Alas, she was a disappointment; not only was her response lacking, she even appeared indifferent to his teasing!

The woman was exhausted.

Having all her energy spent, she lay feebly and motionless in his embrace. Even the act of lifting a finger was such a chore to her.

Her head nestled comfortably in the crook of his elbow. The energy she had regained overnight was all spent after their vigorous activity. She, again, found herself exhausted!

Her eyelids gradually grew heavy.

Through her lazy, hooded eyes, she found the man leaning against the headboard and looking down at her. From his playful and mischievous gaze, he seemed to be laughing at her incompetence!

He tapped her gently on the nose and mocked, "You have really poor stamina!"

She could not help getting angry when she heard that.

How could she be blamed for that?

Her stamina was not considered poor.

He should take a good look at how hard he had claimed her earlier!

Her entire body almost shattered from his deep penetration!

She might be a little weak in that aspect, but it was all because of him!

Did he think that everyone was like him with his inexhaustible stamina and who would not be satisfied and tired from such rigorous lovemaking?!

The fury in her eyes made him break out in laughter.

Pinching her fair, delicate nose lovingly, he teased, "What? Are you feeling indignant?"

She smacked his hand away resentfully. "Don't fool around! I'm feeling quite tired now!"

Her lids, then, started drooping tiredly following that earlier battle.

"I know you're tired."

Otherwise, there was no way that he would let her off just like that.

His remark was solemn. While struggling to curb his lust, the mischief in his eyes sent her blushing even deeper.

She could not help feeling a little frustrated as she looked up at the man who was leaning against the headboard lazily and elegantly like an arrogant emperor. He regarded her with mischief and a smirk.

This evil smirk seemed to be mocking her for her incompetent stamina.

"You…"

The longer she looked at him, the more infuriated and aggrieved she felt.

This man was way too evil!

The way he regarded her made her face flush in shame.

At the thought of how he had claimed her in some embarrassing poses and how she had actually surrendered to the pleasure and reached her peak…

Also, the thought of her moaning in indulgence…

She buried her face deep into the pillow, feeling increasingly ashamed of herself.

Ah… no!

It's too embarrassing!

How she wished she could bang her head against the wall or burrow that brain of hers into a hole!

She looked like a shy, little bunny right now.

Her shy behavior, in his eyes, was cute and lovely.

He could not resist giving her flushed cheek a peck. Apparently, the earlier scenes were still fresh in his mind, for his body started responding to her again.

His brows furrowed as he cursed inwardly.

Why can't I stop myself from wanting her?

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