Mary's heart raced as she stumbled over her words, "I-I think I am already in it," Her voice quivered as his face drew closer to hers.
"Yes you are, but are you willing to take it further?" Anton gently touched Mary's cheek, his gaze fixed on her lips.
Mary was rendered speechless, she just stared at Anton as he gently traced his thumb along her lower lip.
"Lost your tongue?" Anton inquired, but Mary remained silent. Overwhelmed by nerves, she couldn't bring herself to say anything and simply shook her head in response.
Anton's face contorted into a mischievous smirk, his eyes gleaming with a hint of wickedness. "Let me find it for you then," he whispered seductively. Without hesitation, he leaned in and forcefully parted her lips with his tongue, delving into her mouth. Mary released a surprised moan, gripping Anton's arms.
