He held her captive in his embrace, grasping her waist, kissing her forcefully.
All the passionate words turned into kisses, imprinted on her lips.
Sylvan Cheney kissed with a bit of urgency, even unease, as he attempted to capture her lips, to hold her, so that... she couldn't leave.
He kissed her, but she turned her head, trying to avoid him.
However, a pregnant woman's strength could never match his, and Jasmine Yale was held in his arms, allowing him to kiss her in the darkness.
Whether it was too dark, or he was too nervous, Jasmine felt no pleasure from the kiss, instead... his biting was quite uncomfortable.
"Mm..." She pushed him away, her brows knitted deeply, struggling to breathe.
At first, he was reluctant to let go, but Jasmine was truly uncomfortable, wriggling painfully in his embrace, her cheeks flushed.
Sensing her like a startled fawn, Sylvan nervously loosened his hold, looking at her face under the faint light: "Did I hurt you?"
"Let go of your hands."
