Eva Nightingale was instantly wrapped up in Lucas Knight's hormones.
Deadly!
Seriously deadly!!!
With other women, his kisses always left some room to resist, but this kiss was pure, textbook dominance, the kind that didn't give her a shred of space to fight back.
It wasn't that she didn't want to resist, it was that her body simply stopped listening to her; the second he forced that kiss on her, she went completely weak.
The man who'd just pulled away, still not quite satisfied, stared at her flushed lips for two seconds, and the ascetic darkness in his eyes slowly sparked into flames again. He grabbed the little woman's slim waist, and his lips pressed down on hers once more.
"Mmph····· Crown Prince! Crown Prince, what are you doing!!!"
This is the garden!
The garden, Crown Prince!
Lucas Knight's body was insanely good, and in certain areas he was unspeakably strong; she'd personally experienced that. Cough cough.
