The delicate kiss intoxicated Jasmine Yale and drew her in completely.
Her small hand involuntarily reached up to his waist, attempting to slip inside his clothes.
Sylvan Cheney caught her hand, ending the kiss.
Jasmine's face was flushed, her breathing unsteady as she panted continuously.
Every time, just a little provocation from him was enough to make her lose control.
"Now that we've kissed, would you play something for me?" Jasmine asked with narrow eyes, looking up at him.
Finally, Sylvan agreed.
He walked over to the piano while Jasmine sat on the sofa by the windowsill.
Bathed in sunlight, even her hair gleamed golden.
The man stood tall and straight, his black coat perfectly outlining his figure, with handsome features and a clear profile.
His long fingers touched the piano keys, and one by one, beautiful notes, like pearls bouncing on a jade plate, sprung forth.
