You are listening, aren't you? His heavy voice and eyes did not take his eyes off her, even for a moment.
Did you hear him? He groaned a little while sinking his fist into the bed. He wanted to reduce his anger to the heavens. It happened, and he could not bear it. He dragged him and imprisoned him in his enclosure.
One of his hands was tightly wrapped around her delicate waist, while with the finger of the other hand under her chin, he leaned over her and lifted her face to look into her frightened, wide eyes.
Heard. She was giving a scared answer. Because her skin-tearing stone grip started to sink into her waist. The heat of the breaths moving like a whistle was like slaps on the beautiful face of Anaya. Signs were growing on his face.
You have heard. You have heard. He was now touc
