A tingling numbness spread all over her body, Valentine Teller's body was trembling uncontrollably, it was so uncomfortable, really so uncomfortable!
She wanted to break free from his lips, but he held her so tightly.
Mark Reed's arms were so strong, his body so robust.
The fragrance of her body intoxicated him, making his heart flutter within, gradually getting lost.
If the circumstances allowed, he really wanted to have her immediately.
In this enclosed space, no one could save her.
His blood was boiling, waves of passion sweeping over her, with unavoidable kisses overwhelming her.
Leaving her rosy neck, he passionately uttered the most enchanting three words in the world: "I love you."
When these three words came out of his mouth again, Valentine Teller somewhat believed, maybe he really loved her.
How long had he loved her?
As long as she had loved him?
This affection started four years ago and was also mercilessly killed by him four years ago.
