"Alright, then. Let's try." Jett Westgate leaned in to kiss her again, his hand slipping under the hem of her clothes. His scorching palm pressed against the side of her waist.
Annelise Valentine trembled. "Mmph—!" But she was pinned firmly beneath him, unable to move.
His lips traveled from the corner of her mouth to her neck, then trailed down her throat. When Annelise Valentine tried to cry out, his hand clamped tightly over her mouth.
"Mmph...!" She struggled, but he didn't stop. His kisses landed on her collarbone as his hand roamed her body, exploring.
It wasn't until his palm felt something cool and wet that Jett Westgate finally paused.
He looked up and saw Annelise Valentine's tears falling one after another. Her eyelashes were clumped together with wetness, making her eyes look all the more fragile.
Seeing her pitifully beautiful appearance, the raging fire in his body subsided by more than half.
