Although the young master was already unconscious, Harrison Lucas felt as if the young master wasn't really asleep. Her kiss seemed to elicit a response, and when her lilac tongue ventured into the man's mouth, she was enveloped by an overwhelming presence, with no air between them, only each other's breath.
Harrison Lucas's tongue increasingly lost control, and though it was just a mouth-to-mouth water transfer, she felt as though she had turned into a piece of meat in the young master's mouth.
Kneaded and reshaped by him, her small tongue couldn't escape the chase.
The chase?
Wait a minute!
Harrison Lucas's eyes suddenly snapped open; she finally understood what was wrong—why her tongue was entangled with the young master, who was supposed to be unconscious!
The moment Harrison Lucas opened her eyes, she was greeted by a pair of deep black eyes fixed steadily on her.
Those pitch-black eyes were so profound, so dark, so stunningly beautiful that they drew you in.
