"Go ahead," Margery gestured for the beautiful woman to go inside. She could see Matthew from here, he was clearly sleeping yet, she could smell a dark aura that seemed to envelop him. He was sweating, shivering, and had a fiver.
Margery smiled. She never expected the effects to be this extreme.
Was it because Matthew never slept with a woman since he was born?
Thirty-two years of purity.
How promising.
She eyed the blond woman who was walking toward the bed. Just like Margery, anticipation clouded the woman's gaze.
The woman slowly sat on the bed. Her heart drummed against her chest. Aside from her very own breathing, the only thing that she could hear was her loud heartbeat.
Just watching Matthew sleeping silently on the bed was enough to light the fire inside her body. She gulped, her core pulsated with want and lust.
