Baron Lawrence didn't give her a chance to catch her breath before he picked her up by the waist and tossed her onto the soft 2.2-meter Sealy mattress.
His tall body suddenly pressed down, with one hand gripping her left wrist and the other supporting itself above her head. Kneeling over her, he was both noble and extravagant, his cold and profound features captivating Enna Clark's gaze.
"I just want to kiss you."
He didn't want to talk to her; he just wanted to kiss her.
Enna opened her eyes wide, watching him suddenly lean down, covering her once more.
"Mmm."
This time, her tongue really went numb, and simultaneously, she became infected by the fiery kiss, raising her free right arm to hook around the man's neck, deepening the kiss.
Since she rarely responded, everything was so fresh and unfamiliar. Enna closed her eyes, suppressing the shame and restraint in her heart, naturally learning the kissing techniques he had used before.
