118 Midnight Deligh (2/2)

”I do not quite understand what you had just said, Mr. Maxwell. But regardless, I do not believe that this is entirely your responsibility. You did not force my mother to take the supplements when she is carrying me. She did so on her own. And you did not truly know whether the ability will manifest in me or not.”

Allison states and closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath.

And when she opens those eyes again, I could see there is sadness lingering within.

”But I am glad that I have this ability because it allows me to meet you, Mr. Maxwell. I only regret that our relationship will remain strictly professional from now on. It is as you say…”

Allison takes in another breath. It is to calm herself.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

I did not say anything in response. I merely just sit there, leaning against the sofa and listening to the girl, who is probably on the verge of tears.

It is very difficult for Allision to accept the truth between our relationship, and no matter how logical her mind is, her emotion is a different matter. The heart wants what it wants.

”It is as you say. I am by all definitions your descendant. And as your descendant, I cannot… I cannot…”

Allison pauses again and closes her eyes. It takes a very long time for her to open them again. She has to steel her bleeding heart.

”I am sorry, Mr. Maxwell. I don't feel very well at the moment, so please excuse me.”

Allison gets off the sofa, but I take her hand and pull her back onto the sofa and against me. Her body stiffens as she burrows her head into my chest, not wishing to see my face.

”Please, Mr. Maxwell. Just let me be. Just please let me be.”

Allision pleads. Her voice is cracking.

”I think you should let it out, Allison. To be honest, I am also glad to have meet someone like you. It is my pleasure to get to know you. You are as beautiful on the outside as well as the inside. And I don't understand why we cannot allow what our hearts desire?”

I question and look down at her. She takes a long time to look up at me, matching my gaze and allowing me to see the liquids wetting her eyelashes.

”Because it is wrong, Max. It is wrong.”

Allision responses. Her hands grip against my body.

”Is it really, Allison? What you feel for me is wrong? Who tells you that? Society? The Law? You have buried your head in those books for so long, you starting to believe it yourself. Please remember that the law exists because we allow it to exist. If it is wrong, then it must be changed. And if it restricts our future, it must be abolished.”

That is the only way humanity can prosper. Law should govern but never restrict.

I cup her face. My thumb runs across her eye, clearing some of the tears away.

”And if you think it is immoral, you should read the Bible again. Such relationship is not forbidden. And we are all the products of such a relationship. But whether it is truly wrongful and immoral or not, it is up to us to find it out ourselves, Allison.”

I smile and lower my head, giving her a light kiss. It is merely an invitation.

It didn't feel wrong to me. And when Allison forces me to kiss her again, deeper and more passionate, it didn't feel wrong to her either.

Our tongue dances and exchanges fluids for minutes on end.

And once our lips are part, she slaps me several times without holding back.

That is surprising.

Allison then grips my collar with both hands while straddling me.

”I hate you, Max. Do you know that I really hate you? Why did you come over so late just to tell me all these things? I was a lot happier being ignorance.”

Allision tells me, but before I could answer, she seals her lips around mine again. Our tongues resume their erotic tango for several more minutes while our bodies grind against each other, especially our hips.

We are in heat. In sinful heat.

And our hands are also all over one another, gripping and groping to their delight.

Her blouse manages to find itself on the floor before our lips part once more.

Before Allison could slap me again, I lean forwards and drop her against the sofa. She let out a yelp as I press my lower body against her tightly.

”This is wrong, Max, so wrong.”

Allison whispers as I loom over her.

Even though she has said that, her hands strip me of my shirt and then try to remove my pants. I help out by simply making my pant disappear along with the rest of my clothing.

While I did that, my fingers run down her body and tear her panties away, forcing out a gasp from her throat.

”And yet, it feels so right, isn't it, Allison?”

I whisper into her ears as I sink into her slowly, inch by inch.

Allison moans as my cock fills her wet and hot inside completely. Her legs wrap themselves around my buckling waist as her hands did the same around my shoulder and back.

And I begin pounding her into the sofa.