Female NovelChapter 1987 Despite that, Mark persisted, his hands encircled Cecilia's waist, eliciting a reaction from her. Since Cecilia was like any other woman, it was only natural for her to feel something when touched by a man.
Mark began peppering her neck with small kisses.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
He kissed her like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Cecilia tried to move away, but Mark had such a tight grasp that locked her in place. Besides, he really knew how to turn her on.
Angela's Library Slowly, Mark lifted her dress as his slender fingers made their way to her body, doing whatever he wanted.
“Mark! Let go of me..." She patted the back of his hand as she tried to move away from him once again.
But Mark didn’t stop. He kept gnawing at her neck as he said in a hoarse, sexy voice, “Just enjoy it” A few minutes later, Cecilia collapsed in his arms, her hands holding onto the basin for support.
At this point, her eyes was already glassy, drowning in pleasurable sensations.
Mark patiently waited for her to come back to her senses.
After a long time, she finally snapped out of her daze. Embarrassed and annoyed, she pushed him in the chest and cried, “Let go of me.” Mark held her waist with one hand, while turning on the faucet with the other.
As the water flowed, he squeezed some hand sanitizer and washed his hand. He made sure to take his time, staring at Cecilia until she melted.
She knew that he was doing this on purpose.
She tried wrestling out of his grasp, but all her attempts were unsuccessful.
As Mark turned off the faucet, he lowered his head and looked at her.
Their faces were so close to each other that Cecilia could feel his warm breath on her nose. Suddenly, she felt shy. She looked away as her face became more flushed.
With his arms wrapped around her waist again, Mark asked softly, “What did you say to Flora?” Cecilia was adamant on not telling him.
Mark didn't insist anymore. Instead, he rethought his approach and asked, “Are you still mad at me?” Cecilia pretended not to understand.
“I'm not mad at you.” Mark chuckled.