The room was in quite silence more like a midnight street that had turned an empty shell and a horrible atmosphere without having no noises. Except the sloppy kissing sound and a low whimpering moans, nothing couldn't be heard in the amidst of darkness.
Esme's tears kept falling down like a stream of water who didn't know how to stop. The exact reason behind her tears wasn't clear in her head as she felt so many mixed emotions. She hated her dominant behaviour but at the same way couldn't bear to disgust him. When did this man occupy so much space of her heart, she didn't know or never understood.
Comparing to his earlier kissing, this one felt different to her as if he was expressing his inner joy through this lingering kiss. His hands were rested over her head in an overbearing way as he caged her sinful tongue into its embrace. Occasionally his fingers brushed inside her hairs roughly following on with a little bit torture on her lips than usual.
