The night was deep, and the sound of rain outside the window was dense, swallowing up all the heated breathing inside.
The room was lit by a single dim bedside lamp, painting a scene of languid romance and fervor.
The feeling brought by Kevin Sheffield was too intense, swift and forceful, like the surging waves that relentlessly washed over all of Angela Linton's sensory boundaries.
She lay in the soft, fragrant velvet blanket, her long hair spread like seaweed, her mind toppled upside down.
Kevin Sheffield was overwhelmed, pinching her waist to lift her up, his large hand clutching the back of her head, sealing her lips heavily.
"Mmm—"
Angela's voice broke, her delicate hand weakly pushing against his chest, hot as a branding iron, seeming both resistant and compliant.
His kiss made her breath grow thin, Angela's mind dizzy with overloaded pleasure, she shook her head whimpering.
