"You..." The next moment, the man pulled down her head and sealed her lips directly.
The intense masculine scent tightly enveloped her, making her feel like she was sinking underwater, almost drowning. She clutched his clothes tightly, as if grabbing onto the only lifeline.
The flickering lights outside the window occasionally cast shadows on the two of them. In an unguarded moment, she saw the deep, dark gaze of the man, full of intense desire, pulling her in.
Her heart suddenly began to race intensely.
After the kiss, the man released her, but didn't allow her to leave. His fingers gently stroked her back and gradually became restless, slipping inside the seam of her clothing and lightly caressing.
Those fingers seemed magical, creating shivers wherever they went, spreading from her skin to her heart, making her fingertips tremble.
"Yaya, what are you thinking?" The man's voice was slightly hoarse, yet damned sexy and alluring.
