Enson slowly lowered his head, and in the darkness, his lips first touched her face, then trailed down her cheek, inch by inch, until finding her lips where they gently covered hers.
His kiss started tender, slow, as if handling some fragile jewel.
Ling Momo blinked, it had been three months since she had this kind of intimate contact with any man. The sudden kiss made her feel slightly uncomfortable for a moment. She shrank back, but Enson's hand quickly rose, pressing against the back of her head, holding her in place, and then his lips slowly pressed harder against hers.
Ling Momo felt a slight pain, her lips and teeth clamped down tighter. Enson then held Ling Momo tightly in his embrace, his tongue forcefully prying apart her tight lips, and with that, he slid his searing tongue into her mouth.
When Enson tasted the softness in her mouth, he lost control like a madman, his tongue sweeping wildly, turning a peck into a fiery, lingering deep kiss.
