"Sinclair,"
Camilla gazed at Sinclair, her face a mix of sweetness and helplessness.
"That's enough."
Her plate was already piled high with several peeled shrimp.
Sinclair kept his head down, his slender, well-defined fingers meticulously handling another shrimp.
The simple motion looked effortlessly elegant when performed by him.
"Not enough," He lifted his eyes to meet hers, his thin lips curling into an enigmatic smile.
"You're too delicate.
You need to eat more."
His tone was perfectly normal, his words utterly ordinary, yet when Camilla met the fathomless depths of his dark eyes, her own couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Unbidden, her mind flashed back to the moment in their room when she had tearfully begged for mercy, only for him to lean close and whisper in her ear—
"Can't take it already?
Baby, you're far too delicate."
And then, instead of stopping, he had only grown more relentless, more unrestrained.
