Adrian's lips altered between rough and firm, painful yet passionate. The coolness of his touch intermingled with her warmth.
Ella was kissed until her brain seeped out of her body, gathering on the floor like amoeba.
After Adrian let go of Ella, she felt like the world tilted. Her legs turned to air. When Adrian finally pulled away, Ella wasn't sure if she was floating or collapsing.
The man had just stepped back when her knees wobbled, and she crashed into his arms.
"_"
Ella tried to struggle back to her feet but strong arms wrapped around her body. In the next moment, Adrian held her up in a princess carry.
Ella: "_" Wait—what just happened? Why did it seem like doing princess carries have become the devil's daily routine?
Adrian walked to the couch area. He took a seat and she naturally ended up sitting on his lap.
Seeing that he seemed to be in a good and reasonable mood, Ella tried to get off his lap to talk properly.
