The man's hot tongue forcefully invaded, sweeping through her soul. His strong hands easily controlled her waist, allowing him to have his way with her.
Spencer's kissing technique was superb, gradually stripping away Scarlet's consciousness, making her soft as spring water in his embrace.
The woman's curled eyelashes gently fluttered, bringing out a seductive curve. Her arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck, starting to respond to his passionate kiss.
There was no one in the corridor, the dim corridor lights casting an ambiguous halo, intoxicating the mind. She wished she could completely expose herself, to be held in his hands.
"Handsome young man..."
The woman's murmurs reached his ears.
Spencer froze, suddenly released her, pinched her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes
