The ambiguous atmosphere made Russell lose control a little. He held Zoey's slender waist with one hand and cupped the back of her head with the other, kissing her even more passionately.
Zoey's oxygen was almost taken away from her mouth, and her weak hands were placed on the man's shoulders, being kissed passionately.
Until her back sank into the soft cushion, the man with calloused hands slipped into her nightgown and traced along the beautiful waistline.
Zoey softly hummed, which intensely stimulated the man's senses.
His thin lips rubbed against the girl's earlobe, "Zoey."
His tongue was too hot, and Zoey's eyelashes trembled lightly as she held the handsome man's face in her hands. "Do you need me to help you treat your hidden illness?"
Russell's hard Adam's apple rolled down,
