Seemingly, Unleashed...
In an instant, Cynthia Shannon's eyes widened, and she found herself forcefully restrained in his arms, immersed in his overbearing fervor.
Tristan Ford kissed her deeply, greedily capturing her breath, exploring every corner with intensity.
His kiss was like a sudden storm, catching her off guard, leaving her mind blank.
Her eyelashes trembled restlessly, her hands struggled uneasily.
It seemed like things were spiraling out of control...
After an indeterminate time, Tristan's voice, low and hoarse, sounded in her ear, “Are you sincerely trying to torment me...”
His face remained buried in her neck, and his scorching breath brushed against her skin, causing her to shiver.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Cynthia extracted herself from his embrace and asked seriously, “Have you finished your work?”
“So what?” Tristan turned over, facing the ceiling.
Cynthia remarked, “Get back to work quickly and try to rest early tonight.”