She could barely concentrate, as his breath pours on her. She barely understood the sensation coursing through her body. He was so close that their lips touched. The hotness of his body simmer through the gown she wore. She felt as though he'd consume her. His strong arm around her waist stiffens as her body slams against his chest. Sweat beads on her face and she couldn't help but stare at his raging eyes. The thoughts so once had faded away and all she sees is this man, his unwaivering warmth or perhaps, his wroth to consume her. Her lips trembles as she let out a soft sigh. It was now or never, to explain that he got the wrong person and she has a wedding to attend to. "I don't know what you're talking about and I got no child with you" she managed to squeeze out of her lips while scampering for air. He let out a dirty smile, as though waiting for such a response and said; "It's okay love, we'd just make another!" She waiver her eyes, puzzled and jittery. Before she could roll out another word, he captured her lips, twirling it to his taste and she felt he'd take every breath out of her.