Jasmine Yale's cheeks were flushed red, struggling to catch her breath.
Sylvan Cheney finally released her lips, withdrawing, and delicate kisses landed on her neck and collarbone.
Jasmine wrapped her arms around his neck, her breath unsteady, "Syl... Sylvan Cheney..."
"Mm, I'm here."
He responded, but his movements did not stop.
Sylvan Cheney's eyes were tinged with a shade of desire, his delicate brows and eyes filled with a gentle mood, and with a blink of his eyelashes, they were filled with tender affection.
They were very close.
Sylvan Cheney's fingers unbuttoned her buttons.
During the kiss earlier, Sylvan Cheney's robe had already been loosely half-untied, he just went ahead and took it off.
He turned off the crystal chandelier in the bedroom, leaving only a small dim yellow wall lamp on, the surroundings painted like dusk, and the atmosphere became more intense.
Jasmine Yale had never been able to resist Sylvan Cheney's tenderness.
