She slightly squinted her eyes, masking the anger and unwillingness in them, and even softly moaned when Faye's hand landed upon her softness before her.
That sound was like the best kind of drug, intoxicating the mind.
Tessa Caldwell discovered that even the proud and aloof Faye, akin to a high-altitude flower, seemed a bit startled.
Then, what awaited her was his storm-like kiss.
Dominating, sharp, in a blink of an eye, beginning a relentless attack, advancing layer by layer, nearly making her breathless.
The more Faye acted like this, the happier she became.
She knew that no matter how moved Faye was, he wouldn't lose control.
But it didn't matter, as long as he thought she was already responding, even desiring him.
In that way, wouldn't he have more reason to devour her completely?
At the thought of Faye's behavior, a surge of anger flared up within Tessa Caldwell, like a small flame suddenly doused with a gasoline bucket, roaring to life.
