Nicole lay limp in Ethan’s arms, with her head resting on his chest.
Hear earlier confidence was gone, and was replaced by a helplessness she never thought that she would experience at this moment of her life.
But, even though she was feeling anxious, there was nothing she could do about it.
She was still connected with him, and even though neither of them was moving, she could still feel how hard and hot he was inside of her.
Earlier, she thought she had won and successfully conquered the young man and that he would forever be her loyal slave.
But the tables had turned, and Nicole was now the one at the young man’s mercy.
She couldn’t even move her body because she felt drained, not only of her magic power but also of her physical strength.
The Witch of the East had always been the one playing with the fate of people on the palm of her hand, yet things had now come to this, and she felt uncertain about her future.