Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

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Chapter 113 As Elliot stared at Anastasia’s long, messy hair that hung from the edge of the pillow, he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes a little.

He was like a silent, predatory beast that was inching closer toward its prey. Meanwhile, the woman-his prey-didn’t realize a thing as he sat down by the edge of the bed and watched her sleeping soundly. Her perky red lips made her appear especially seductive.

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When he saw a clump of hair covering her eyes, he instinctively reached over to brush her hair aside. However, the moment he touched her face, the girl let out a mumble-she was talking in her sleep. All of a sudden, she held onto his large palm. “Stop messing around, Jared. Let your mommy sleep for a bit,” she muttered.

Elliot's eyes widened a little. Does she think I'm her son right now? Soon enough, the woman wrapped her hands around Elliot's arm before rubbing her face against it. It was almost as if she were rubbing her face against Jared's head. Elliot had no choice but to lean closer and play along so that she wouldn't wake up.

He shifted his body sideways and held his arm out for her to hug him. Then, he proudly allowed her to press his arm against her chest area. All sorts of sensations shot through the man’s body as she did so. He held himself in this same stiff position while the woman continued to sleep. He had no other option but to admire her gorgeous face that was illuminated by the dim lighting. Her smooth and fair skin reminded him of a scrumptious-looking dish, and it made him crave for her.

Anastasia had no idea what she looked like in her sleep, but the man had scanned every inch of her face in admiration.

Throughout the night, he had even counted the number of eyelashes she had on each eye. Anastasia clung onto him too tightly, so he couldn't pull away from her without waking her up.

This time, Elliot was faced with a challenge greater than ever before. It was a test of his restraint. If he didn’t have such good self-control, he would've let Anastasia get a taste of his skills. “Reach your hands out, Anastasia.” He tried to get her to reach her hands out while she was dreaming, but she didn’t since she didn’t know that she was hugging him in the first place. Furthermore, she thought she was hugging her precious son! In the end, Elliot decided that he didn’t want to suppress his desires anymore. He leaned forward to press his lips against her cheek. Right then, she clung to his neck before she planted kisses on the man’s cheek. “Be a good boy, Jared...” Both of their faces were right in front of each other, and Elliot could feel the woman's breath as she exhaled on his neck. The sensation felt like feathers that seemed to tug on his heartstrings. Elliot could feel his blood boiling with desire. He wasn't that much of a gentleman-he was prepared to take action with this woman if she didn’t let go of him soon.

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Anastasia rubbed against his neck again before she shifted to touch his ear with her nose. It seemed almost as if she were trying to seduce him.

Elliot's prominent Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he tried his best not to let his hormones get the better of him. He was close to exploding. Never once had a woman made him so horny this woman, on the other hand, managed to do it in her sleep, but he couldn't sleep with her no matter how much he wanted to. All he could focus on was restraining himself while this woman continued to do whatever she desired to do.

In the end, Anastasia seemed to have developed some distaste for the man’s strong hormones. She flipped to the other side of the bed for some fresh air, and she finally set the man free. He got out of his stiff position and stood up only to realize that he was soaked in sweat. He had showered for no reason. | guess I'll have to take another cold shower.

After that, he no longer came to his room. Anastasia got the big bed all to herself, and she rolled all over the bed. It was nearly 4.00AM by the time she woke up on her own. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring at a decorative chandelier that hung above her. This is definitely not my house. Oh gosh! Her body shot upright in terror as she cracked her head to recall what had happened. Her last memory was of herself getting into Elliot's car. So... Is this Elliot's house?

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