He wanted to see her dark, rounded eyes mist over with a layer of fog.
He wanted to see her with no other option, her hand could only cling tightly to his shoulders, drowning in the passion he bestowed upon her.
"Don't be afraid, you're very beautiful." Although Ben Lucas really wanted to tease Harrison Lucas until she cried, he couldn't help but lower his voice to comfort her upon seeing her pitiful appearance.
His voice was deep, husky, magnetic, sensual, and yet it inexplicably conveyed reassurance to Harrison Lucas's ears.
He no longer kissed her as fiercely as before.
Ben Lucas's thin lips held Harrison Lucas's small mouth, softening his movements as he kissed her, slowly moistening her soft lips, gradually erasing her inner tension.
Finally, the inexplicable unease and self-doubt in Harrison Lucas's heart finally dissipated.
