Feeling his lips on her own, Clara felt herself holding her breath.
He raised both her hands above her head and secured it with his left palm, before his right hand traveled down to her neck line.
Clara couldn't find her sense. She remained still, with their lips locked.
During all that, her heart was beating wildly.
She couldn't stop blinking.
Leo's lips began devouring her own. He gobbled on her lips wildly, as if wanting to peel off its skin.
Clara regained her senses when she felt that the intentions behind the kiss seemed off. Surprisingly, she couldn't bring herself to push him away earlier.
She even doubted if she wouldn't have kissed him back, if she hadn't detected something wrong with the kiss.
She wiggled her wrists to free her hands, but he didn't even budge. With just one hand, he kept her two in place. It was as if her hands were tied up with an iron chain.
He's so strong.
