As her lips met Mark Reed's searing hot mouth, Valentine Teller's heartbeat suddenly sped up.
She was so shy she didn't know how she should respond to him.
Mark, however, was like a volcano on the verge of eruption, blazing hot.
He rolled directly over little Nian-Nian's body and pressed down on top of Valentine.
His burning kiss came crashing down like a tidal wave, igniting Valentine in an instant.
The body's instincts needed no extra words; beneath him, she sank into intoxication.
In no time at all, the clothes on her body had vanished without a trace.
Valentine clung to Mark like a vine, weakly twining herself around him.
Two empty people greedily drew warmth from each other's bodies, then burned together.
Only when they were utterly spent did Mark finally release Valentine.
He carried her to the shower, and the two of them were reluctant to part even in the bathtub.
Lying in Mark's arms, Valentine murmured, "I feel like I'm dreaming."
