In the next second, the man drew close to her and cradled her nape with his broad hands.
His warm lips attached themselves to hers.
There was no invasive action—just a simple kiss. Still, he was reluctant to move an inch from her pinkish, little lips.
Their faces were so intimately close to each other that the long and dense lashes from his hooded lids intertwined with hers.
Due to their proximity, she could only see that pair of mesmerizing deep-set eyes from her hooded lids.
There was no end in sight, but an infinite constellation seemed to be contained in his lustrous orbs.
A look at them was bound to immerse one in their tenderness.
She wondered if this man would spoil her rotten.
She always felt like a loved and doted on little princess, who was welcomed to fool around in those broad arms of his, when she was with him.
Still…
