Torture ll

She gasped. Then he bit on her lip sensually and leaned into her ears. "This is my confession to you, Hazel. You make me burn!"

Louisa moaned from his hot whispering but he soon crashed his mouth into her lips, claiming them.

This time he had both hands cupping her chin as he began kissing her more passionately than before.

His both hands began to caress down her neck and she was fully succumbing until….

"Get away from me!" She pushed him off and flew her hands up to her lips, searching them. "Why--what did you do that for?"

Thomas, looking blown out, raked his hand through his hair. "Because I like you, okay!"

"You like me?" Louisa did not know whether to slap him for it. "Leave my room, and I never want to see you ever again."

"Y-how could you say such words to me?" Thomas asked her.