Cedric knew that Noelle had been influenced by something, which was why she acted the way she did. He gripped the back of her head and deepened the kiss. His kiss was forceful, just like his nature—domineering and in control.
She soon became limp in his arms, her face flushed with color. His gaze darkened as he gently traced her red lips with his thumb, the moistness reflecting a faint light.
Noelle met his eyes, and all rationality flew out the window. She pushed him down with all her strength, her hands pressing against his chest, even trembling slightly.
Cedric's hands locked around her waist, the sensation of her skin against his palm lingering with irresistible allure.
His gaze turned heated. "Noelle, are you sure you won't regret this in the future?"
"I won't regret it!"
She was firm in her resolve. After all, didn't he not have a girlfriend at the moment?
She probably wasn't breaking any rules by doing this. She just wanted to be impulsive once.
Cedric flipped over and pulled her back into his embrace, his breath hot and voice rough. "Silly girl, what will I do with you?"
Noelle was too nervous to say a word. She had spent all her courage just moments ago.
His hands felt almost magical, but he covered her eyes with his palm, his voice low in her ear. "There are other ways besides this."
She was still thinking of what those other ways could be. But suddenly, her eyes widened, and her face turned bright red. She hadn't expected him to use his hands!
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