บท 51: Don't Try to Anger Me

Avery Miller pushed him away, refusing to let him have his way here. "Ethan Montgomery, stop it, this is a school!" 

She struggled to escape his embrace, but his strength was overwhelming, making it impossible for her to move him. "Let me go!" she growled, but he paid her no heed.

Ethan Montgomery held her waist with one hand and pressed her head against his chest with the other, showering her pale, almost translucent neck with kisses, leaving her gasping for air. 

The dormitory curtains were drawn, and in the dim, empty bedroom, he was like a wolf that had finally found its prey, wildly sniffing the scent of his captive, occasionally licking and teasing her with his tongue.

Avery Miller's petite body was easily enveloped in his grasp.