The gentle outline of the little woman may not be stunningly perfect, but it gives off a sense of warmth and tranquility.
She tilted her head, passionately responding to that kiss just now.
Baron Lawrence felt his heartstrings being plucked, his breathing grew rapid.
He held back the flames rising in his lower abdomen, pulling her slightly away, his voice hoarse with a warning, "Enna Clark, don't push it!"
His voice was full of a granular texture.
Rasping yet enticingly sexy.
Enna Clark, with misty eyes, was unhappy with him blocking her at such a moment, the anxiety in her chest was driving her mad.
She instinctively raised her head, inching closer to his thin lips.
The familiar scent of sandalwood wafted over, momentarily calming her anxious emotions.
"Enna Clark!"
Baron Lawrence gritted his teeth.
Breathing rapid, heavy.
Pressing down on her shoulders, urging her not to come closer.
Did she think he was a Saint?
Coming onto him like this, isn't it asking for trouble?
