She suddenly lowered her head and bit into the man's chest directly.
"Hmph..." The man grunted, feeling a slight pain, yet he gazed at the head pressed against his chest with a laugh.
The woman's soft body squirmed in his arms, which already stirred his senses, and now her bite was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.
He squinted his eyes, suddenly lifted her into his arms, and held her tightly.
"You... bastard!" Being constantly flirted with, Crossley's anger was understandable. After being kissed repeatedly by him the night before, she hadn't yet confronted him, and now this again!?
"Let go of me..." She pushed at his shoulders, the two of them silently struggling against each other, but she was no match for him. The more she struggled, the tighter he held her.
The movements of his lips and hands intensified; he suddenly flipped her down onto the seat, his dark eyes blazing with desire.
