Thomas Shannon: "..."
Heartless ingrate!
He reached out with his long arm, grabbed Sophie Sullivan's wrist, and forcefully pulled her into his embrace.
Sophie Sullivan was caught off guard. Yanked by a sudden force, her body lost control, and she stumbled into him.
Thomas Shannon held her delicate, pointed chin with one hand, his eyes deep and knowing. "I want water."
"Get your own water... MPH..."
In a moment, Sophie Sullivan's soft red lips were seized by him. The man bit at her lips as if starved, less like a kiss and more like he wanted to devour her.
There was a fierce intensity to it.
Sophie Sullivan cried out in pain and irritably raised a hand, clenching it into a fist, and hammered his chest a few times.
Thomas Shannon caught her hand with one of his, pressing it to his chest, and his kiss gradually gentled.
It became like a soft breeze and gentle rain, lingering and tender.
After a long kiss, Thomas Shannon reluctantly let her go, still wanting more.
