Dylan Young held Nell Harris tightly, their breaths intertwined, the woman in his arms was the one he cherished most, he wished this moment could last forever.
No wonder those with wives around him never stop for a moment on holidays, eagerly rushing home.
Nell Harris's heart was beating wildly, she never expected Dylan to act this way, he actually...
She had no time to ponder the reasons behind Dylan's actions, because she had already lost the ability to think.
Dylan's breath enveloped Nell Harris completely, she couldn't escape, the more she tried to, the tighter she was bound.
Nell Harris wore a short-sleeved shirt, Dylan's hand, almost instinctively, slipped under the hem, finally touching her waist without any barrier.
The skin on her waist was just as delicate and soft as he imagined; he dared not exert any force, fearing that it might snap her waist.
This kiss seemed to last an eternity.
