Wei Anning's breath hitched, the man's supple lips forcefully sucking on hers as if wanting to extract her very soul before he would be appeased. Wei Anning could barely withstand his ardor, subconsciously straightening her spine, but the man took advantage, pressing her into the couch.
He kissed her forcefully, his breaths low and intertwined deeply with hers.
The temperature in the living room ignited instantly with their actions, Wei Anning's body softened by his kisses, her mind turning to mush—knowing she should push him away, yet unable to muster the strength.
Her hands were pinned down by his onto the couch, her legs weak, her heart trembling, her mouth conquered by his, tasted over and over, as his tender tongue tip slipped inside, driving her insane.
Gradually, she closed her eyes.
She should refuse, but her body was limp and weak, his dominant and alluring masculine scent enveloping her nose, nearly drowning in the depths of his tender kisses.
