He kissed her deeply, pinning her down to prevent her from moving.
Jasmine Yale reached out her hand, scratching his neck with her nails, and then bit his lip.
"Hisss—"
Sylvan Cheney winced in pain, his eyebrows knitting together, finally letting her go.
The orange light shone on his face, where a red streak now marked his neck.
Sylvan caught her hand, then slapped her backside, "So wild."
Only she would dare to scratch him, dare to slap him.
Jasmine grabbed the wine glass from the table and took another sip.
After one time, a second became much simpler.
Repeating the same motion, she gave him several sips of wine.
Sylvan didn't say anything, letting her feed him, his eyes narrowing slightly, depth inscrutable in his gaze.
But, her soft lips touching his was, each time, an immense torment for him.
Sylvan's brows were furrowed, his handsome face particularly captivating.
Jasmine stared at him for a long time, just like that, feeding him an entire glass of red wine.
