Though she knew he might reject her, she still hoped for a kiss and asked him tentatively. Cesare, who had been staring blankly at Eileen as she cried, suddenly furrowed his brow.
His lower abdomen, which was touching her, became even harder and spasmed briefly. Eileen swallowed her breath again as the pen!s stuck inside her twitched.
He hardened his face to the point of frightening, and their lips came crashing together hastily.
The kiss, which started abruptly, was far from gentle. Eileen instinctively tried to pull away from the rough, consuming kiss. However, Cesare quickly gripped the back of her head with his hand, holding her in place.
The thought crossed her mind for a moment, "I was going to kiss you first."
It didn't matter who initiated or the order of things; all that mattered was that she was kissing him. Eileen kept her body pressed against his and continued the kiss.
