Oliver Bloom had always been tender and indulgent with Elise Don, rarely kissing her with such urgency and aggression. He didn't have time to analyze why he was acting this way, he just instinctively wanted to hold on to this beautiful night, and in a moment of impulse, this is what he did.
Elise Don felt a bit scared. Her freshly washed face was flushed, her eyes moist, quickly taking on a layer of wet shimmer, as if she was about to cry.
Oliver Bloom kissed from her lips to her brows and eyes, then to her earlobes and collarbone. Her skin, freshly pampered with after-bath lotion, carried a light fragrance.
Oliver Bloom seemed enraptured, as if setting small fires all over her body, his kisses relentless.
It took Elise Don a whole minute to finally react and start struggling, fighting back with all her limbs, but this only provoked even fiercer, storm-like kisses.
Elise Don's hands were held down tightly, completely immobilized, and her kicks were futile.
