Lily Shaw felt the large hand clasping her head grow more forceful, the possessive and domineering kiss unmistakably Aiden Grant's style. Yet, the familiar and pleasant scent emanating from the man holding her made her no longer resist but obediently let him kiss her.
When the two finally ended the fervent and possessive kiss, Lily Shaw opened her eyes wide, her breath still uneven, glaring at the man holding her. She was about to scold him, but then she heard the man jokingly say, "Oh, where did this little beauty come from? With that little mouth open, are you asking for another kiss?"
Lily instinctively rolled her eyes at him, momentarily forgetting how decisive Eldest Young Master Grant could be, her slender waist tightly held by his large hands.
