She shrank her hand back, "So hard..." As she met his dark pupils, she immediately added: "I mean your stubble is hard and prickly."
Morris Jackson had originally planned to scold her. He had come to support her, only to find her messing around with another man in public.
He grabbed her chin, "There's something even pricklier, want to try?"
Lyra Smith was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, the back of her head was held down by his palm, pressing her downward.
When their lips touched, Lyra widened her eyes. She tried to resist instinctively, but he forcefully gripped her hands and pushed them behind her back, controlling her with just one hand while his other hand held her chin, deepening their kiss.
He was overwhelmingly dominant.
This was the first time that he had kissed her regardless of her resistance while she was awake.
"Morris... Morris Jackson..."
