A dizzying whirl.
Having just been blown by the wind in the sports car, and now unexpectedly tossed onto the velvet chaise, Cecilia Vaughn felt her consciousness instantly clear.
Her palms were lightly sweating, and before she could say anything, her lips were immediately sealed by the man.
Adrian Law's tongue invaded aggressively, perhaps more passionately and wildly due to the earlier interruption by passersby, as if eager to get straight to the point.
Cecilia trembled involuntarily, lifting her somewhat dazed eyes.
She directly met Adrian's gaze.
Still long and deep, but now unmistakably burning with fire, as if he wanted to devour the girl before him.
...
"Adrian...um...I haven't showered yet..."
Cecilia's head was a bit dizzy, but instinctively she reached out, placing her hand against the man.
In truth, she did not truly resist such things from the bottom of her heart.
