"What do you mean, we're not a match?"
Seth Sinclair's long arm wrapped around her waist. He lifted her slightly, adjusted her position, and then pressed her down, his tone wild. "We're a perfect match."
The sensation was overwhelming. Lianne yelped, "I told you not again!"
She clung to his neck, unaware that her every word and action tonight was indistinguishable from a lover's sweet protests.
Her yelps made her sound like a defenseless little creature, and the corner of Seth Sinclair's mouth lifted in a smile. "Relax."
Lianne draped herself over his shoulder. "Why don't you try relaxing and see how that goes!"
His advances were already fierce, but combined with her recent confession, his actions now became unprecedentedly savage.
Had this been their first time, Lianne surely wouldn't have been able to take it. But after so many encounters, he had become more ruthless each time, constantly pushing her limits and strengthening her endurance.
