Arabella Vanderbilt's lips constantly rubbed against Joel Russo's slightly cool ones, eventually her tongue ventured forth, pried open his teeth, and almost effortlessly barged in.
After sweeping across his teeth and entangling with his tongue in a messy raid, Arabella emerged panting.
With their noses almost touching, Arabella looked intently at him from up close; her breath was warm, sweet, and chaotic, intertwining with Joel's slightly heavy breathing, her long eyelashes quivering with each breath.
Joel Russo's stunning face was half lit by the light, the other half cast in shadow, but his dark, deep-set eyes unwaveringly stared at her face.
His perfect yet profound features held a magnificent beauty, only the clean white cheeks were tinted with a shy blush.
Just a hint, and her charming allure was laid bare.
His arms, encircling her waist, tightened, and Joel, with his gaze lowered, peered deeply into her eyes, his voice carrying a magnetically husky tone:
