A hand, wet with seawater, cupped her face. Her lips were captured in a fierce kiss, her very breath stolen away.
Victor's hand, which had been holding Jessie's face, slowly slid behind her ear. He repeatedly caressed the small, thin, tender flesh there, as if admiring a rare treasure.
The rough texture of his fingertips, even slick with water, felt intensely pronounced against the sensitive skin behind her ear, making Jessie want to flinch away.
But even if Jessie wanted to retreat, the large hand resting on her waist prevented it. She could only move forward, not back.
And moving forward felt just like throwing herself into Victor's arms.
The waves rolled and crashed by her ears with a SPLASH, but Jessie couldn't hear a thing.
Her breath, her attention—everything was completely dominated by the man before her.
All she could hear now were the ragged gasps by her ear. Her entire body clung to Victor like an octopus.
