In a few swift motions, he tore her clothes off, then leaned in and kissed her again.
Eva Nightingale was bewildered.
Her whole body was bitten by him, leaving marks of blue and purple.
Mister President, is this really a "body inspection"? Is inspecting one's body done through such kissing?
"Mmm... Crown Prince, please stop... mmm."
She whimpered again, her tone carrying a trace of pleasure, but before she could finish speaking, he sealed her lips once more.
She felt his intensely possessive taste spreading in her mouth again; initially, she tried to avoid it...
But as he kissed her, and kissed her again, her body uncontrollably leaned towards him.
Her little lips also became proactive, actively accommodating him...
No, what is going on?
Is her body too weak-willed, or is his kissing skill too superb, making her lose herself...
