At the very least, ever since she met him, she always felt that he hadn't touched a woman.
Sylvan Cheney had a faint and pleasant scent about him, mixed with the aroma of red wine, and even Erin Janus was getting a bit intoxicated.
Sylvan Cheney's resolve was gradually crumbling, and he was finding it hard to hold on.
Erin Janus's hand moved over his chest, attempting to unbutton his shirt.
Sylvan Cheney suppressed the fire within and pushed her away, "Get lost."
"Ah." Erin Janus was pushed against the wall, her back hitting it, but she didn't care about the pain, she pounced back like a ravenous wolf!
She knew that if she missed this night, there wouldn't be another chance!
Familiar with the rooms of the manor, she quickly locked the door as she lunged at Sylvan Cheney.
The room was completely dark.
So quiet, it was almost silent.
"Evan, don't leave, tonight I'm yours, I'll make you happy…" She pressed down on Sylvan Cheney, shedding her shyness.
