Very soon, Nathan Foster tasted blood.
South Grant, like a fierce little beast, bit Nathan Foster's lip.
Nathan Foster released her lips and wiped his lower lip that had been bitten.
His gaze darkened, and when he leaned down again, South Grant didn't even have a chance to catch her breath.
He was domineering and wild, exuding a fierce aura typical of a male animal.
A conquering kiss, laced with blood, swept through every corner of her mouth.
He seemed like a cunning warrior, playing a game of guerrilla warfare with her.
Every time she tried to fight back, attempting to bite him hard, he always managed to evade. He suckled her tongue fiercely, giving her no chance.
Her eyes widened, on the verge of exploding with anger.
He looked at her as well, his eyes full of conquest.
He saw the intense fury in South Grant's eyes escalate, and in her extremely unwilling gaze, she slowly closed her eyes.
