"Mmph—"
The man's warm, large hand cradled the back of her head. With an undeniable dominance, he began to drink in her breath and sweetness.
The gloomy night amplified her senses and touch. Jiang Xinli's heart pounded like thunder. Even though he was her rightful Beast Husband, right now she felt like a cat stealing food—incredibly guilty and nervous.
His kisses were forceful, carrying a dominant aggressiveness. Jiang Xinli was forced to lean back, her hands pressing helplessly against the cold counter. Her fingertips accidentally brushed against the edge of an icy porcelain plate. His kisses gradually trailed downward, lingering on her fair, slender neck and collarbones...
"Moonlight..." Jiang Xinli struggled a bit, her elbow inadvertently pushing backward.
CRASH! A crisp, shattering sound echoed through the silent kitchen. Jiang Xinli nervously glanced outside on sheer instinct. Thankfully, the living room and staircase remained shrouded in darkness.
