When her back hit the sturdy, flaming chest of strong muscles, she panted, stimulating a wonderful, violent reaction, like a sharp flow of light traversed her, and she shivered.
"Lustful man, you..."
Not waiting to speak, her words became a groan. Joseph did not reply, his hands around her slender waist tightly locked her in his arms, bowed down, and kissed her lips.
Irish leaned in his arms, and the mellow fragrance of the wine around her drilled into her breath so that she was intoxicated from the chaos of her heartbeat. Her back clung to his strong chest, and she clearly felt the strong and powerful heartbeat. It seemed to strike her heart at once, beating her heart in disarray.
The side of the neck was suddenly gently rubbed by Joseph's stubble chin, and the masculinity of a man, mixed with rough skin tactile, came to her from her neck to the top of her heart.
