Sylvan Cheney's throat moved as he pinned her shoulders down, pressing her against the passenger seat!
All his desires were stirred up, like grass in the spring breeze, spreading uncontrollably.
He pressed her down, a kiss accurately landing on her lips. Her body still carried the scent from that time, mixed with the smell of red wine, yet the deepest part continued to attract him.
His mouth had a faint taste of tobacco.
The moment he kissed, Jasmine Yale was bewildered.
The medication seemed to have gotten a ripening agent, spreading wantonly.
This kiss from Sylvan Cheney, touched Jasmine Yale's nerves.
The little bit of consciousness she had was still there, only a brief stunned moment; quickly, her fingers began scratching Sylvan Cheney's arm.
Forcefully, and even more forcefully.
Sylvan Cheney felt no pain, just that she was like a cat, somewhat impatient.
He straightforwardly grasped her hand.
"Hmm..." Jasmine Yale whimpered, struggling, "Get away... get away..."
