This kind of kiss already carried a strong undertone of invasion.
Breathing heavily as he released her lips, Nathan Leafcastle turned his body and pinned her beneath him.
Feeling the rare wildness of the man, Sally Dalton did not push him away. Instead, she raised her arms to embrace him, closed her eyes, and let him have his way.
All these years, she had always fantasized about such a day—him falling in love with her and going mad for her.
After waiting for him for six years, she finally got her wish!
The thin dress split open and was casually tossed beside the bed.
A moment later, there was a low cry from the girl that was hard to suppress.
"Nathan... it hurts..."
Nathan Leafcastle lifted his face and tenderly kissed the tip of her nose.
"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt soon!"
Having said this, he leaned in again to kiss her, unabashedly claiming her.
"You are mine, mine!"
Holding the girl's body, he roared hoarsely.
