Ethan Laurent seemed to have his senses stirred by her recent words, with the blood in his body boiling.
As they walked, he continued kissing her lips, holding and sucking gently.
His kiss was fiery, like a blaze, and even the breath blowing onto her face was scorching hot.
Summer Ford's head was dizzy; his kiss almost muddled her senses completely.
The villa where they were was extraordinarily quiet, and you could clearly hear the sound of leaves falling from the treetops at night.
However, Summer Ford couldn't hear anything beside her; her eardrums were filled with his gradually thickening breaths.
In a daze, she didn't know how she ended up lying on the sofa.
She only remembered Ethan Laurent's gaze that night, passionate like a streaking light in the endless dark night; dazzling, brilliant, with heat so intense it felt like it could burn into her heart.
His eyes were crystal clear, and she could see very clearly that there was only her in his eyes.
