Mr. Vagrant & Ms. No Money
His cool, masculine presence became fervent, passionately exploring her lips, savoring their moist, cherry-like sweetness.
Isabella struggled against his firm chest, like a trapped beast trying to break free. But his muscular frame held her tightly, making escape impossible, leaving her only able to be kissed.
The writhing girl in his arms made him feel as though he was engulfed in flames, his desire surging like a tidal wave.
“Don’t move, stay still!” Lucius’s voice was hoarse and deep, his gaze dark and intense.
He took a deep breath but eventually released her.
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