A pair of large hands roamed across her chest.
The softness of her front made his body inexplicably tense.
His hands encircled her body, reaching around her back, pulling down the zipper of her dress from behind.
"No..." She resisted slightly, pressing against his chest, conscious of the public setting and feeling truly ashamed inside.
He merely moved her hands away, never once speaking in her presence.
As their bare skin rubbed against each other, the heat was on the verge of igniting.
Heh, after abstaining for so long, it seemed he was a bit out of practice.
She wasn't making a 'desperate struggle' or 'resisting to the death'—was she actually cooperating with him?
Did she just assume he was Asher Land?
What if he wasn't? Would she still cooperate with another man like this?
Thinking of this, he frowned with displeasure.
In the past four years, has she ever been touched by another man? So many people covet her...
