This kiss had no technique, carrying an instinctual roughness and aggressiveness.
Unlike the tender caresses of movie scenes, it was more like a long-prepared siege.
Kevin Sheffield's lips, like his whole being, were dry, warm, and slightly rough, with an explosive force that instantly engulfed all of Angela Linton's thoughts.
Her mind went blank, everything around her became a blur, except for his scorching breath, domineering lips, and the large, searing hand tightly clasped around her waist.
Instinctively, Angela Linton raised her hand to push him away, but her palm encountered rock-hard chest muscles and the drum-like beating of his heart beneath them.
It turns out... he wasn't as calm as he appeared.
This realization, like a sudden arrow, struck her heart.
The initial shock and resistance gradually transformed into a complex flutter.
In this unexpected kiss, Angela Linton felt not only naked desire but also deeper, more elusive emotions being expressed.
