The Man Who Taken My Crown
Unable to Control Yourself
Oliver hugged Nirmala tightly, their faces almost touching, and their breaths mixed into one.
Nirmala trembled a little, her heartbeat getting louder.
He tried to get up, but Oliver's embrace was so strong, he couldn't move at all.
"Safira..." Actually, the one he was calling was Nirmala.
However, he could not call his name.
He really wanted to call her name ...
Really want……
Nirmala's forehead twitched, trying to push, but she was completely unable to break away.
“Safira, look at me!” Oliver commanded domineeringly.
Pushing Oliver's chest, Nirmala lowered her voice and replied, "Sister, I'm not Sapphira!"
Of course he knows that he is not Sapphira, he is Nirmala!
At this moment, the effect of the poison in his body could no longer be suppressed, rendering him unable to control himself.
Oliver knows that he is Nirmala, the Nirmala he wants, the Nirmala he loves, the Nirmala he spoils, while the other identity of Nirmala, he has completely forgotten.
Suddenly, Oliver's eyes became even more red, and directly pressed his lips together.
Oliver's lips were soft and warm, and there was an indescribable scent.
Nirmala shut her mouth tightly, but Oliver sucked her lips skillfully, raised Nirmala's chin, so that her teeth were slightly open, then inserted her tongue and kissed her deeply.
Nirmala tried her hardest to push Oliver's body, but to no avail. Instead, Oliver pressed him against the sofa, easily grasping Nirmala's hand and pressing her overhead.
Oliver removed the tie on his collar with one hand, and quickly wrapped around Nirmala's wrist.
Oliver kissed her lips, then kissed her face and earlobes.
Kissing Nirmala's earlobe, Oliver said in a low voice, "Safira, I want you!"
No, not "Safira", but "Nirmala".
Oliver is on the edge of being rational and irrational, he just wants Nirmala at the moment.
In fact, the identity of Nirmala who is his sister-in-law has also been forgotten.
Who could understand how hurt he was?
At this moment, Nirmala cried and roared, "I am not Sapphira! Unhand me! Unhand me!"
Oliver pressed Nirmala's mouth.
Oliver's eyes were filled with a turbulent desire.
“Safira, give it to me!” Nirmala, give it to me!
The voice that came out of his mouth was different from the voice in his heart.
Oliver knows who the woman he wants, and because he wants this woman, he must call her by the name of another woman to cover the "darkness" in his heart.
His big hands were hot, his eyes were filled with desire, there was blood slowly flowing from his left nostril.
Brother, he... get poisoned?!
Nirmala was very panicked, and did not know what to do.
Seeing Nirmala no longer struggling, Oliver lowered his head and kissed her neck more aggressively.
Nirmala was a little stunned, every kiss of Oliver was hot like fire.
Unable to feel Nirmala's response, Oliver gets more aggressive, opens Nirmala's lips and sucks her deeply.
Nirmala's tears continued to fall, she rarely shed tears. But when Oliver kissed her, her heart was sore and helpless.
He tried again, but to no avail.
Brother is so kind, why would anyone want to poison him?
Oliver's body is very hot at the moment.
Nirmala vaguely remembered that she had seen this symptom in her grandmother's medical diary.
There is a kind of grass, forget its name, after it is dried and ground into powder, colorless and odorless, it can stimulate cravings in the male body and is used to increase the male instinct hormones.
This type of plant is actually a kind of "santet". The shamans in the grandmist generation sometimes sold it as a powerful medicine.
However, this type of grass was poisonous, if the man did not immediately release his desires, the blood vessels all over his body would break.