"Who makes someone so alluring that they become a feast for the eyes? Unfortunately, I'm unsatisfied and can only look but not touch—this is the cruelest torture. If I didn't ponder on these thoughts, I'd be struck by heaven's condemnation."
Alice Smith couldn't help but chuckle lightly, "You talk better than you sing."
"Still laughing? Let's see if you laugh next time." Shane Winchester's hand continued to wander over her body, drawing closer to her, whispering mischievously in her ear, "Today we'll just warm up, next time, I'll make you beg for mercy through tears."
Recalling the previous times, Alice wisely kept her mouth shut.
A few years ago, when she was on the island with Shane Winchester, he was quite tender, but always demanding. Yet thinking back to the two encounters since their reunion, they were nothing short of nightmares...
"But, seriously, when did you buy the gloves?"
