He was hot and cold, she was in excruciating pain.
The choking sobs almost shattered his heart. His deep, slender eyes fell on her red lips, and the next second, he finally captured her lips, swallowing all her whimpers.
The sweet scent of a young girl lingered between his lips.
Next, she was slowly pushed and pressed against the wall of the private room.
He was very tall and strong, yet at this moment, he appeared extremely gentle, wrapping his arms around her waist. His large hands slowly slid upwards, resting on either side of her head, providing support for her petite face.
He kissed with deep devotion...
He couldn't hear her cries, but he didn't feel any better—
He seemed to have found a way to comfort her, only when he kissed her did she not cry.
Eva Nightingale's vision was blurred, pinned against the wall by him for a forced kiss, unable to move, her body weak, she could only cling to him for support.
