She belonged to him alone and could not let any other man touch her.
Without much foreplay, he forcibly entered her.
Nanqiao's face turned pale from the pain, and as he kissed her, she couldn't speak; her legs were pinned down, and her hands were constrained above her head.
She was completely passive, without any chance to resist.
Huo Jingting's other hand desperately clung to her waist, his movements became increasingly brutal.
Those kiss marks undeniably were the last straw that destroyed his rationality; he was truly driven mad by her.
Seeing her defiant and unyielding face, he wanted to destroy her even more, his grip so fierce as if he wished to crush her into his bones.
In that way, she would forever be his alone.
He wouldn't need to worry anymore about the day he might lose her.
Nanqiao was passively pushed back until her entire body was pinned against the headboard of the bed.
"Bang—"