They had kissed before, but this was their first kiss after five years.
Charles Mcintosh had no intention of letting go of Lilac Serval, one hand firmly gripping her shoulder while the other held her face.
This kiss, from the start, was domineering and ruthless.
Her lips tasted of sweet wine and the faint hint of cigarettes.
At first, Charles Mcintosh just brushed his lips against hers, but then, unable to stop himself, he kissed her somewhat fiercely, as if trying to reclaim all those lost years.
Lilac Serval's breath was shaky, her hair all over the place, and the straps of her dress were crumpled and disarrayed.
Her hand clenched into a fist, pounding on Charles Mcintosh's shoulder.
But their strength was mismatched, she was no match for him, and within less than a minute, he had completely dominated her.
This kiss, he gave it everything.
His scent enveloped Lilac Serval, permeating her hair, unable to be blocked or dissipated.
