He gently laid her on the bed, tender kisses covering every corner of her body.
"I really can't get enough of you like this." He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, his fingertips entangled in her black hair, as if playing with it.
Beneath him, Eva Miller's consciousness had already become blurry, she just groaned a few times, not sure if she heard his words.
"Look at me." He gently lifted her chin, forcing her to open her eyes and meet his gaze.
The once clear eyes now bore a hint of sensuality after their lovemaking, carrying a touch of haziness.
"Can you see who I am?"
He was actually afraid, afraid that she might utter the name of the man he least wanted to hear.
"I'm not drunk..." Eva pouted, slightly breathless, "You're Luke Land, I know."
"..."
As long as she recognizes him, if she mistook him for another man, he couldn't guarantee he'd still be able to control himself.
