Bab 433: Not Right Time!

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       Too Close By Arctic Lake ~🖤

The kiss was something that had her brain turning blank and clueless. She thought that Silas was going to probably teach her how to take puff slowly and comfortably. But who had thought that he was going to let her taste from his own lips?

Isabella whimpered struggling to slip out from his posseive grasp but the situation was getting worsen each time she protested. His lips were cold and it worked with dominance into her mouth. His cigarette flavored lips entangled with her once for a while. By the time, he had released those smoke into her stomach, Isabella was coughing vigorously. But that didn't reduce the red blush of her cheeks. She wasn't kissed by Vincent like that eve. A posseive nature, a desperation of claiming her.. something all was mixed into his unexpected kiss.