In her eyes, he could clearly see his own reflection.
Ethan Laurent looked at her quietly, his dark eyes gazing into hers. He lost control for a moment, pressed her against the wall behind her, and kissed her lips directly.
"Bastard, let me down!" Summer Ford struggled under him, swinging a fist to hit him.
Ethan ignored her and continued to stubbornly kiss her, biting her lips, fiercely sucking, nibbling, as if he was enjoying a feast.
Summer's body resisted continuously in his arms, trying to push him away but to no avail, then switched to using her hands to punch his shoulder, claw at his back.
She was like a wild kitten that hadn't been tamed, her hands reaching directly inside his clothes, scratching.
Her fingertips weren't long, just shallow, not enough to cause harm, but when they grazed the skin, they brought a tingling sensation like an electric shock.
Ethan held her tightly in his arms, iron arms encircling her securely, his kisses becoming more indulgent.
