Jiang Ruan's face flushed, her ears and neck were tinged with pink. She tried to struggle, but to him, her strength was nothing more than a kitten's.
She twisted her waist, but he easily restrained her. She gritted her teeth in exasperation, "Bao Ye, enough is enough."
"We're just getting started." Bao Ye chuckled softly, his voice low and mesmerizing, "How could it be enough?"
He grasped her chin, lowered his head, and kissed her. He asked her ambiguously, "What kind of kissing scene do you want, hmm?"
"French?"
"Like this?"
"Or romantic?"
"Or perhaps, a forceful plundering?"
With those words, the man's distinct, bony hand grasped her slim neck and kissed downwards. Jiang Ruan's shoulder quivered, feeling the overbearing heat from his palm.
The most vulnerable part of her throat was held in his hand, the suffocation intensified, she had a sensation of nearing death.
She felt like her entire life pulse was under his control.
His kiss was assertive and domineering.
