Pulling the woman's snow-white ankle, he pressed forward and kissed those red lips, aggressive and domineering.
Every drop of his blood was consumed with one thing—to have her, to possess her fiercely, to tear her apart!
A pair of large hands spread over Yulia O'Connell's body like serpents.
In the past, they always stopped at the crucial moment, and she was mentally prepared, knowing Cole O'Connell wouldn't have her so easily.
But this time was different. She could clearly feel at this moment as if she would be pierced by him in the next second!
Every woman is the same, they all fear the first time. No matter how detached Yulia O'Connell pretended to be, she was scared at this moment—terrified!
Her body was trembling uncontrollably beneath Cole O'Connell, her face as pale as possible, as if this Cole O'Connell would consume her, tear her apart and swallow her whole!
