At first, he merely pressed his lips against hers, tightly merging with her lips.
But gradually, his body and mind slipped out of control. He wanted to take more. He pried open her teeth, his tongue ventured in, twirling and savoring her sweetness.
In her sleep, Sophie Smith seemed to sense something, letting out a restless murmur, trying to turn her head away. However, a pair of strong hands held her head in place, forcing her to endure.
It felt like a mountain was pressing down on her, making it hard for her to breathe.
Seeing her slightly flushed face and uneasy struggle, after a long while, he finally released her.
If it went on, she might suffocate.
Ha, Nolan Davis' lips curled in a self-mocking smile, just a kiss, and it left him disoriented, almost losing control.
He gently adjusted her slightly disheveled nightgown, then turned off the lights and slipped out quietly.
...
The night was deeply silent.
