Enna Clark was bewildered by his series of overbearing actions, reflexively blocking his hand and backing away, "Baron Lawrence, what are you doing?"
"Making you sleep!"
"I can't sleep..."
"You must sleep anyway!"
Baron Lawrence didn't give her the opportunity to argue, roughly stripping off her blouse and unzipping her skirt.
Her feminine fragrance was right within reach; he was a normal man, and Enna Clark was the woman he loved. If he didn't have a special reaction when his loved woman was undressed like this while sharing the same bed with him, he wouldn't be a man!
Baron Lawrence felt a warm current passing through his lower abdomen, and his lower body tensed up as well; it was as if there was a fire burning inside him, and every cell was clamoring for her.
The veins on the back of his hands bulged as he tore off Enna Clark's skirt in a few swift movements and pressed her down onto the bed, "Sleep!"