"Nathan Foster, don't go too far!" South Grant said through gritted teeth.
"Hmm, I won't go too far." Nathan Foster mumbled, then lowered his head and continued his previous actions. "I'll just go further."
South Grant: "..."
South Grant wanted to move, but then she was pinned to the bed by Nathan Foster.
Nathan Foster thoughtfully supported the back of her head with his left hand to prevent her wound from rubbing against the sheets.
With the other hand, he held South Grant's wrists above her head, immobilizing her.
Then Nathan Foster, as if playing a game, left kiss marks on South Grant's body.
Every time a mosquito bit her, Nathan Foster would leave a red mark nearby, purposefully larger than the mosquito bite.
South Grant wanted to kick him, but feared he'd take it too seriously and things would really escalate.
"Nathan Foster, you beast... hiss..." South Grant was cursing when she suddenly inhaled sharply, "Nathan Foster, you beast!!!"
