She was once again pressed down, and Joel Russo's kisses followed suit, landing on her jaw, shoulders, and collarbone.
"Uh..."
She finally couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and Joel Russo's breath grew even deeper.
"Ah..."
"Joel Russo... Joel Russo..."
A strong sense of surprise flashed through Joel Russo's mind; she was as sensitive as a girl untouched, which was startling.
Untouched...
He was never an old-fashioned man, and his pursuit of Arabella Vanderbilt was never based on whether she had been with someone or not.
She had her life, her youth, and her past world, all without his presence. Whatever had happened was beyond his choice.
It was only a case of meeting too late, always missing too much.
Regret was always just regret.
However, now, her reactions suddenly filled his heart with a bit of anticipation.
Arabella Vanderbilt looked at him with flushed cheeks, her eyes more profound and sparkling than he had ever seen.
