Adored Wild Sixth Miss, Even the Ice-Lord Loses Control

Chapter 472: So, Can You Handle It or Not?

This is maddening...Damian Quinn’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down as he struggled to suppress the burgeoning desire within, taking a deep breath, his voice hoarse as he spoke.

"Serena, stop messing around... just rest properly."

Although he really wanted to live up to the "beast" label, but...

Serena Everett’s tongue lightly pressed against her molars, losing patience with his nonsense, her alabaster fingertips quickly grabbed his tie, pulling him down onto the bed, before swiftly straddling him.

The movements were crisp and smooth, completed in one fell swoop.

Damian Quinn’s Adam’s apple moved more vigorously, meanwhile, her actions amused him, his deep, magnetic voice was tinged with helplessness.

"Little girl, are you trying to force yourself on your big brother?"

"Who’s making you procrastinate, hesitating and being coy?" Serena’s fingers, pale as scallions, landed on the buttons of his shirt, haphazardly undoing them, "I’ll do it myself!"

"Heh..."

A low chuckle escaped the man’s throat, alluring enough to drive one crazy.

"Sweetheart, in this position, you won’t be able to handle it."

First time using the woman-on-top position, she’s definitely in for some trouble...

As soon as he finished speaking, his large, distinctly jointed hands suddenly clamped onto Serena’s waist, and the next second, their positions were instantly reversed.

"Sweetheart, I’m giving you one last chance to regret it."

Damian Quinn’s soul-stirring peach blossom eyes held her captive, even though he was already as tense as could be, he still endured.

Serena blinked lightly, her graceful swan-like neck tilted up to look at him, "Why should I regret it?"

Upon hearing this, the man’s breathing became even heavier, no longer bearing it.ic voice made her ears tingle.

"Sweetheart, can you take it?"

"Hmm?"

Serena’s eyes were unfocused, only feeling terribly exhausted, unable to think.

The man chuckled lowly, both mischievous and alluring.

"What I mean is... can you really handle it?"

Really...

Serena finally understood his meaning, her beautiful eyes widened slightly, struggling to escape, but the next second, her ankle was tightly held, pulled back with great force.

"No more... ah... I don’t want more..."

The man’s entrancing voice sounded unrushed.

"Be good, just one last time."

The night is still long.

...

Darlings, that’s enough, okay! Otherwise, you’re going to the naughty corner (˵¯͒〰¯͒˵)