She struggled, pushing him with all her might, but couldn't budge him at all.
Her breathing became more and more erratic; due to her struggles, she was almost out of strength.
Now, in front of this tall and muscular man, she could only be at his mercy.
Her surrender to resistance only made him ravage her territory even more wantonly.
His kisses were filled with domineering wildness, shaking her sanity and drawing out all the madness she had been deliberately suppressing.
Those fragments were like scenes from a movie, ones she had personally experienced, the visual impact and sensory overload leaving her momentarily dazed.
It wasn't until Jackson Russo's kisses drifted down to her neck, following the previous wine stain, that she suddenly came back to her senses.
"No! Jackson Russo!"
She cupped his head with both hands, preventing his kisses from going any lower.
Her loose nightgown had already been pushed down to its extreme.
"What do you want to ask? Ask quickly!"
