At first, his kiss was gentle and soft, but it quickly became more intense, as if he could no longer control his desire and emotions, growing more and more fierce.
Isabella Weaver couldn't withstand such a storm; her mind went blank, her mouth filled with his cold breath, completely overwhelmed and enveloped by him.
It seemed as if he kissed her for an eternity before he reluctantly stopped, still holding her tightly in his arms.
Isabella opened her eyes and saw the tender affection that had yet to fade from his gaze.
Harry Hunter spoke softly, "Did you like it?"
Isabella blushed and shook her head.
Harry planted another kiss, his voice unbearably gentle, "You little liar."
"From now on, you're not allowed to trust other men, only me."
How domineering...
Isabella said in her heart but could only nod.
If she didn't nod, who knows what uncontrollable things might happen later.
