Cyrus reached out his hand, wanting to pull away Mabel's hand that was covering her mouth. But her hand was like a barrier, resolutely refusing to yield to him.
Cyrus's eyes met Mabel's, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Suddenly, he gently took her finger into his mouth and began to lick it softly with the tip of his tongue.
Startled, Mabel quickly pulled her hand away.
Cyrus took the opportunity and kissed her again. Unlike the rough kiss just now, this time Cyrus gently cupped Mabel's face in his hands, using his tongue to meticulously outline the shape of her lips. Then, he deftly pried open her teeth, his tongue intertwining with hers.
Mabel's mind went blank as she nearly gave in to the intensity of the kiss. Cyrus understood her far too well, knowing exactly how
