Mo Ye came at Eleven, whose back was pinned against the cold wardrobe door aggressively. She held his waist in return albeit at a loss. Mo Ye pressed his tall, svelte body on her and tightly pinned her against his chest and the wardrobe door.
Eleven was in a slight daze from his ferocious kissing. This was the first time she felt a man hungrily lap at her as though he wanted her breath and spirit and have her become as hungry as him.
She could not quite keep up with Mo Ye when he hugged her even more tightly. She could feel the fire in him surge against her.
He was not satisfied with mere kissing. When he carried her into the room last night and undid her clothes and put on the sleeping robe for her, he was charmed by her to the point of no return.
