Hawk had his fair share of women, all the more women who were taking leads. However, the Han’s heiress that was in front of him, although he had dreamed of touching her all his life, just didn’t make him feel anything but awkwardness. Was it because he respected her so much that her blatant intentions then kind of made him upset?

However right then, he didn’t want to make her upset, especially that he had made her less than what she was to him the past few weeks. His actions of having illicit affairs with another woman, contradicted his good intentions with his fiancee and for that Hawk was kind of hesitant to reject her advances outright. But was he really willing to dive into her bed just because he didn’t want to upset her?

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“Hawk,” Feather was calling his name dreamily but the sound of it only made Hawk more aware of his dead arousal. Even if he would give him what she wanted, she’ll only end up being upset in the midst of it because right then, Hawk couldn’t make himself fire out for her. His body was cold and the aroma coming from Feather’s skin, suffocated him. He had to stop this or the Han’s heiress he wanted to marry would end up having an impression that her soon to be husband was not capable of doing his duties in bed. That might end up to a serious scandal at the end.

Good Lord! Was it this hard to make love to someone you liked very much? Was he really that devoted to her to the point that his body’s manly virtues would voluntarily shut off without his consent because he had strong devotion and deep respect for her?

Feather had already made her intentions known and even moaned over and over to entice the man but a few minutes had passed and Hawk didn’t take the lead. He simply idled kneeling in front of her. What was he doing? 

The Han’s heiress felt some annoyance over Hawk’s inaction but she refused to give up. She will have him tonight and there was no one who could stop her, not even Hawk Monsanto himself. Determined, she let go of Hawk’s hand and instead, dived off on him and her sudden charge made Hawk fall on the floor, with Feather on the top.

Their eyes met for a moment and Hawk could do nothing but let the woman do what she pleased. He thought perhaps lingering with her a bit might aroused him but if he based on how he was feeling, he knew this would go nowhere.

Feather’s burning eyes looked down at Hawk and her, on his top, was making her feel like she could have all she wanted. She pressed her light body to him but even when he was sitting right between Hawk tight, she felt nothing in there. Where’s his arousal? At this point she was sure she got him craving for her specially that the man just basically allowed her to do whatever she wanted, but with no participation in own body, how would she be able to consummate their wedding before the scheduled date? 

Perhaps he needed a bit more grinding or more of her skin.  So right then, Feather let the strap of her night gown fall, showing all of her shoulder and a part of her mounds. She flushed an innocent shy face in front of him as if very ashamed of her misdeeds and even went as far as biting her fingernails in front of Hawk to seduce him even more.

Hawk right then had no choice but to stare at Feather’s almost naked top. She thus looked beautiful with her honey-colored eyes and chestnut hair that fell on her raw shoulders but when Hawk looked at her mound, he couldn’t help but think about Simione’s breasts.

They were bigger, fuller, more tempting  and although it was rather unfair of him to compare the two, right at that moment when he was being intimate with the Han’s heiress, he couldn’t get his mistress out of his head. Feather’s honey-colored eyes looked like Simione’s, but her’s were ironically soulful and full of mystery that he or any men would be intrigued and  would want to fathom its depths. Her copper colored hair was longer than Feather’s, but although he knew the color was fake, he preferred looking at it specially when it brushed to Simione’s skin, it made him want to come on to the spot by just looking at it. Her skin too, was more vibrant, silkier and very white, like a pearl luring fishermans to dive down into the depths of the sea. At that very moment, he sinfully wished she was the one grinding on his top because as much as he wanted to pretend Feather was Simione, his cold insides made him fully aware she wasn’t.

Feather, after playing innocently in front of Hawk, chose to bite her fingernails one last time and proceeded to bend down to capture Hawk’s lips. They had been an official couple for almost a year already, he made it so when he revealed his intentions during her concert in London but even then, she didn’t remember them sharing a kiss. She always wondered how he tasted, especially that many women dreamed of having him. However, for some reasons, Feather’s kiss landed on Hawk’s neck instead of his lips, the man innocently evaded her lips or probably he wanted to have her explore his neck first. It doesn’t matter for Feather though, because right then, all she wanted was to please him and seal their destiny. He will become hers and no matter what comes their way—any whore specifically—will not be able to break them anymore. She’ll make sure that before the night ends, she can have a leash on Hawk Monsanto’s neck either by making him fully responsible on her by what will happen on them tonight, or if that was not enough, by making sure she can a have a little Monsanto she can use to tighten her grabbed on him.

Feather planted kisses on Hawk’s neck and later started devouring it. She made sure she could kiss it enough and explored it so, expecting that in just a little time, she could feel his manhood rising for her. However minutes had passed and she could already smell her saliva all over Hawk’s neck but the thing in between his thighs had no plans on cooperating with her. She was becoming exhausted too and irritated that Hawk did nothing to cater her, except that he just willingly laid on the floor and let her be.

Hawk on the other hand broke some sweats not because of passion or lust but because he was having hard time keeping up with Feather’s advances. He simply couldn’t make himself crave for it and nothing had ever come out on him, no lust, no hardness, no anything. He didn’t want to upset her but at the moment, he was so powerless over his own body that even when he drowned himself with lustful thoughts, Feather on top of him, half naked couldn’t make his manhood stand proud.

Feather, who was already at the end of her patience, started kissing Hawk ferociously, from his neck, down and down further. She stripped him out of his shirt, which he phlegmatically allowed and planned to get rid of whatever was below him. Just in seconds, her kisses reached his stomach, then just below it, his most powerful asset bulged but unknown to her, it did create a mound under his shorts because it was of great size not because it was willing to accommodate her. Hastily, even when it was all covered with clothing, Feather smacked small kisses on it, hoping it would respond to her but whenever her lips touched it, she became more fully aware that his thing didn’t manage to harden despite all her audacity.

‘Is Hawk Monsanto impotent?’

Feather was already entertaining such a thought. Was this the very reason why he wasn’t touching her? Because he was very afraid that she would learn his most daring secret—that he, the ever desired bachelor in the city, was nothing but an impotent. Thinking about it, Feather’s face eyed dreadfully at Hawk’s sleeping manhood. 

When he realized that Feather stopped, Hawk already knew she figured out he wasn’t capable of being aroused for her. He didn’t think she was thinking of something else and when he saw her dreadful expression, he thought he had made her so upset. He pulled his back so that he was already sitting on the floor while Feather was still in between his thighs, her expression couldn’t be painted then.

“Feather I’m—” His words were immediately cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. It was in his pocket all this time. He picked it up, planned on dismissing the call so he can talk to Feather about what just happened then thoroughly. However, to his interest, his phone flashed an unidentified number and although this wasn’t the first time it happened, something inside him felt like it wasn’t an ordinary call.