The man's sexy, thin lips tasted her soft lips, then moved down to crazily nibble and kiss her neck, filled with the scent of daisies.
Dylan Wellington's movements were strong and powerful, his large hands igniting flames all over Skye Brown's graceful body.
Ever since he tasted her last time, he had abstained for a long while.
During his spat with Skye Brown, other women had thrown themselves at him.
But… those women, without exception, were the same as in the past, failing to spark his interest.
In his mind, he continuously thought of Skye Brown's silky skin, and that delicate, soft touch.
Dylan Wellington held Skye Brown, kissing her as he walked upstairs.
He took large strides over the stairs, passed through the corridor, and single-handedly twisted open the doorknob.
Impatiently, he even closed the door with his heel.
The oxygen in Skye Brown's mind was being drawn out bit by bit, but in comparison, her rational mind was dispersing even faster.
