"Don't worry," Dylan said impatiently, annoyed by her struggling, "the sound insulation of these walls is quite satisfactory."
He was so tall that he was almost as big as a mountain in front of her. Though Savannah was a model, she was delicate and small, different from a catwalk model. To accept his kiss, she had to raise herself on tiptoe and raised her head back in an uncomfortable way.
He felt the little cat quaking in his arms, so he simply slid his hands down on her buttocks, lifted her up to let her sit still on his big hands. Then he pressed her against the soft golden wall, making her take his kiss in a more comfortable way.
Savannah wrapped her arms around his neck unconsciously, and she was lost in his kiss. Her voice of defiance faded, replaced by the shaming moan which she couldn't control.
