Harry Hunter's kiss was fierce and lingering, his arms tightly encircling Isabella Weaver, as if to merge her into his own embrace.
Isabella's resistance was to no avail; her fist struck his body, but Harry felt no discomfort, instead, it was her own hand that hurt terribly.
The air was entirely seized by this man, leaving her breathless, dizzy, not knowing where she was for a moment, as if floating on a cloud.
Harry's kiss was longer and deeper than the first time.
Isabella was too inexperienced to respond to him, yet he kissed her patiently and tenderly, nonetheless.
After a long while, the kiss finally ended.
Harry's breath was slightly heavy, his voice deeper and more seductive than usual: "Isabella, from now on, you can only love me, do you hear?"
This was his girl, his!
From body to heart, she had to be all his!
That's how domineering he was!
Isabella hadn't yet recovered from his fierce and passionate kiss, and hearing his words, her heart beat wildly.
