Sweetness before Leaving 2

Arnold Johnson's lips landed on her shoulder, kissing her gently like raindrops.

His hand couldn't help but move up from her waist, searching for the softness he most yearned to grasp.

Perhaps he sensed her physical rejection or the subconscious resistance in her body, so he held onto her, pulling her body closer to himself. His passionate, disoriented gaze was like an intoxicating, fiery wine, igniting both his mind and body.

The intense gaze, the suggestive posture, the intimate distance all made Victoria feel that her mind was no longer capable of thinking, and everything had become chaotic.

"Victoria, you're so beautiful!"

At this moment, his voice was like poison, destroying her fragile resistance.

"Believe me, Victoria."

His hand touched her face, lifting her to look into his eyes, both of them seeing their own reflections in each other's gaze.

"Look at me, I desire you with all my strength."

His gaze was fervent, yet incredibly sincere.

She was lost.