Fingertips pinched her delicate chin, straightening her face, making her face him, his lips forcibly kissing her.
His kiss was domineering and strong, leaving her no room to resist.
Kissing Summer Sutton's lips hot and painful.
Summer Sutton was annoyed, and when his tongue invaded, she retaliated by biting him hard.
Adrian Walyon felt the pain, merely knitted his brows, but didn't pull away.
His arm hooked around her waist, pressing her against the bathtub wall, continuing to kiss her.
Forcefully, deeply kissing her, as if trying to siphon all her breath.
So, a man's passion truly depends on the person.
Facing any woman other than Summer Sutton, Adrian Walyon felt not even a shred of desire.
It's a very strange thing, as if she inherently carried an allure that attracted him, engaging in all intimate acts, aside from her, he felt nothing for anyone else.
