At first, Cherish Turner was just being kissed intensely by him, not daring to move for fear of provoking him. However, gradually, as the temperature rose, she felt like she was on fire. She held William Griffith's face with both hands and looked at him carefully like this.
Her twinkling, deer-like eyes flickered as she looked at William Griffith.
In a dizzying moment, William carried Cherish all the way to the sofa, pressing her down on it, while a wild torrent of kisses swept across her entire body without warning.
Her skin kissed by him felt as if it had been branded with a hot iron, so hot and burning that it made her whole body sweat profusely.
William's rough palm traced its way to the hem of her clothes and lifted them all up over her small ribs.
Her beautifully contoured waist was exposed to him like this, heaving with intense breaths. Her small belly button undulated, even the scar undulated like this, stimulating both William's eyes and sense of touch.
