God knows how torturous it has been for him this past week to endure.
He misses her, wants to see her.
Every time he is satisfied, thinking of her tightly clinging to his shoulders, biting her lip in restraint in his arms, unable to suppress a soft moan, it makes him unbearably itchy at heart.
He craves every inch of her skin, every expression, every sound she makes.
He has never wanted to suppress his feelings for her, because it's simply impossible to suppress them.
Now, she's right in front of him, and he's unable to just watch without wanting to act, especially with her being so passionate and inviting.
Joel Russo's hands grew restless, shaking her heart a bit, prompting her to place her hand over his.
"No..."
Joel's face darkened again, "Arabella Vanderbilt, this injury of mine, doing it once won't kill me!"
