"Don't go ...."
YiMing could feel his breath on her. His face is so close, too close that she was losing it!
"Don't go ..."
The words came out smooth and sensually from his mouth. It was done in a husky and whispering tone.
YiMing at this point wasn't concentrated on what he was whispering. She wasn't interested in those clear whispers she heard.
All she wanted was to escape from his grip.
Finally, she made a plan to escape!
His hands were still pinning her hands down. But other Parts the of her body were free.
She slowly struggled to get up and away from her bed.
She had done it at least, she had slowly moved away from him, almost getting up to her feet and then almost breaking from his grip.
But then he grabbed her with his other hands. His hands pulled him down and held her around the waist.
YiMing gasped, she was lying down beside him in bed with his hands curled up around her.
