The man's arms pinned her down tightly, and he lowered his head to capture Cecilia Vaughn's lips.
She had no way to escape!
A gentle breeze blew, causing the sunflower field to sway softly, like golden waves surging.
No one knew that there were two people lying in the center of the flower sea.
"Be good, Cecilia, will you tell me or not?"
Adrian Law's hawk-like eyes deepened, the dark gaze carried a certain determination, as he mischievously rubbed against Cecilia Vaughn's waist, his hands tracing the butterfly bone on her back, inch by inch, never missing a spot.
The man's fingers were particularly unruly, and Cecilia Vaughn felt like there was a layer of fire beneath the slightly calloused pads of his fingers, making her hair stand on end.
In the end, Cecilia Vaughn couldn't restrain the sounds from her mouth, and she involuntarily let out a soft moan.
"No... don't do this... let go of me..."
This man is truly shameless...
