"Donn... Donn..."

Silverbell pressed herself into Frank's arms, the sensation of her warm, damp skin leaving Frank's mind blank.

Before he realized it, he was in bed, having already taken off his shirt, his body tangled with Silverbell's.

Turning pale in surprise, he quickly tried to get up, but Silverbell had clearly lost all rationality.

She clung firmly onto Frank, refusing to let go as she snuggled against him like a playful kitten.

No man could resist such temptation, and Frank was heaving, his eyes red.

He could do it right then, but his rationality warned him against exploiting Silverbell in her moment of vulnerability.

And it was Silverbell they were talking about—she was at least ten years younger.

Then, keeping his eyes closed, his fingers brushed over her silky

Smack!

when he found them, but the Passion Dust had already taken root by then. The substance was already flowing through Silverbell's limbs and

her down, but he did not have that

as his eyes darted across Silverbell's body, his body so restless that he

force himself to stay calm, he took a deep

extended his hands exasperatedly...

as he strode through the

just a little. taxing," Frank replied, shaking

Quinn was

much, Mr. Lawrence," Dahok said

around him, relief showing

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