Upon saying that, Deirdre grabbed Kyran’s hands and stuffed them under her shirt once again without being bothered by his reluctance.

He could feel the curve above the woman’s abdomen.

Kyran kept his fingers curled, yet he could not stop his mind from wandering. His palms were sweaty from holding himself back.

Kyran pulled back his hands, turned over, and lay down on the bed, yet his body was burning with sexual desire.

“That’s enough.”

Deirdre could feel the cold wind stirred up by the movements of the man turning over and also his steel wall-like back within her visual field. She was stunned for a moment.

Deirdre could not conceal the dejection she felt in her eyes, but she inquired closely, “Do you feel better, Kyran? Does your throat still feel uneasy? Do you still feel cold?”

Kyran did not answer her. She mustered the courage to stretch out her hand. “I’m only going to touch your back, and I will have peace of mind to feel that you’re warm.”

Her palm pressed on his back,