Eva Nightingale rushed into the elevator.
Unexpectedly, a tall and imposing figure followed her in, the man extending his arms and directly wrapping them around her slender waist.
His large hands radiated a scorching warmth, enveloping her waist through the thin chiffon dress. She instantly felt overwhelmed by a powerful force, driving her into a state of passivity.
He was overwhelmingly dominant.
He pinned her against the elevator, his thin lips descending steadily towards her.
The wave of masculine hormones was intense and aggressive.
Her tender lips were tightly enveloped by his sensual thin lips, as he sucked and kissed her sweetly.
Mm.
Sweet little thing, her taste is really sweet…
"Mmm~" Eva Nightingale was caught off guard, her cherry lips captured by him, his dominant intensity undiminished, filling her mouth with his strong masculine flavor.
For a moment…
She was dazed…
This was an elevator!
What, what, what did he want to do?
