Perhaps it was due to anger, so James Black's kiss was a bit fierce. He gnawed and bit at her lips, as if he wanted to devour her, drawing her lips into his mouth. His palm rested on the back of her head, pressing her firmly towards him, as if he couldn't wait to meld her into his body.
After sucking for a while, he pried her lips apart, and his tongue first explored, then entangled with hers.
Jane Sampson slowly, slowly felt somewhat adrift, as if she had become a piece of seaweed, clinging to the water and drifting.
Her hands clung to his shoulders, and even her breathing quickened.
Not to mention her heart, which almost seemed to jump out of her chest.
"Are you asking to be straightened out? Hmm?"
After the kiss, James Black still maintained the original position; his face, and her face, were almost pressed together.
The breath he exhaled while speaking fell directly on Jane Sampson's lips.
