The overwhelming masculine hormones swept over Jocelyn and wrapped her tightly.
She was glued to Solomon's body. Only thin fabrics stood between them.
Jocelyn's face immediately flushed a deep scarlet.
She wanted to struggle out of his embrace but he held her slender waist forcefully, making her unable to move.
Jocelyn raised her head, stupefied.
Moonlight shrouded him like a faint halo, making him look otherworldly.
His eyes were cold and distant. His features were taut as he scrutinized her.
"I can give you whatever you want."
Jocelyn felt as though her blood had stopped flowing.
What was he talking about?
Solomon stared straight into her eyes. "Do you understand what I mean?"
Jocelyn's mind was in a turmoil.
She had no idea what Solomon meant.
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