Chapter Seven

Jonathan started to kissed Siara's lip in rough way with his harsh grip on her waist. She felt the pain on her skin even though there was a fabric between her skin and his nails. But whatever pain she felt, there was too a hint of pleasure she absorbed in their kiss. He nipped her bottom lip, force his tongue inside her mouth. His tongue explored her mouth rough, made Siara whimpered. Her knees felt weak because she already gave in to his demanding kisses. As he could read Siara's mind, he tighten his grip and pushed her to the couch, never once broke their kiss.