John hugged Kathleen tightly, wishing he could tear her apart and melt her into his own blood.
He loved this woman, but he did not wish to see her die from depression.
Forget it. If he was not meant to be with her, set her free and let her live.
John closed his eyes and clearly smelled the faint fragrance of Kathleen's body. His heart ached.
It was the girl he had raised and the woman he would have given up everything for.
Unfortunately, no matter how much he had given her, he was not destined to be with her.
He thought about how she would belong to someone else tomorrow, and it felt as if someone had dug out a piece of his heart. He kissed Kathleen's lips fiercely.
His kiss was overbearing and domineering, crazily interweaving with her lips and tongue. He devoured Kathleen's sweetness as if he wanted to express his longing, deep affection, and attachment for her through his kiss.
