CHAPTER 025 (D)
"You can hold me," she uttered in between their kisses. Lyndon was immersed, he could not break free from the enchantment she bound him with. He obeyed her, his hands uplift held her waist. She is thin, she feels fragile too, are all women this little? He subconsciously thought as his hands were looking big to her slender waist.
While he was gawking his eyes at her body, she sat on his lap, wrapped her legs to his torso. Lowering her vision, they made eye contact. Too close, she is warm, Lyndon's voice muttered. He was still holding her. "Kiss me, like how I kissed you." She commanded, Lyndon's mind was starting to function. He was grasping the situation.
She was telling him what to do, and he was heeding her like an obedient puppy. He wanted to revolt, how did she do that?
"Aren't you going to kiss me? Did you not learn? Are you that stupid?" Her voice echoed in mockery, but still, she sounded appealing and he was lured.
