Chapter 23 - -23 : Tore it out , crushed it up , and threw it
Whenever Leila struggled, Matthias increased the strength of his hold and Leyla desperately resisted as he did so.
What was plastered over her sight every time she opened her tightly closed eyes was only a fickle scene.
The shaking leaves...
The unfolding sky...
and Matthias....
The dirty floor, wherein the leaves' silhouettes flickered over it, and him again.
The yellowish dust clumped onto and canopied them in a sandy shroud. Their passionate kissing came perilously close to a brawl.
At some point, Leyla didn't even know what she was up to. The fear of not breathing and the necessity of needing to do so were grouped into one.
On the flip side, the duke's attempt to suck her lips and tangle her tongue with his only seemed to flare more. Leyla had no choice but to resigned herself defeatedly as if she were a living prey that was being had been consumed by a predator.
Her breath became weak and thready at the brachial. She cried out in heartbreak when Matthias' desirous lips started to travel her scruff quickly and strongly.
A flurry of buttons scattered as he tore off her blouse, revealing her slender clavicle. His lips persistently provoked one specific spot on her neck where her pulse was beating.