The only sound in the room was her heavy breathing.
The weight of his body and her own tension and helplessness made her breaths rapid, her chest rising and falling.
He hovered over her, his breathing somewhat erratic, but his dark eyes were firmly fixed on her delicate face.
At that moment, her mind was blank, her ears filled only with her panting.
His breath was filled with the familiar scent of her body...
It took Rachel Foster several seconds to come to her senses and realize that Jackson had left. She gently pushed against him.
However, when she tried to push him away, Kingsly's gaze subtly changed.
Rachel didn't notice this change. She tried to steady her breathing and said, "Jackson's gone..."
At that moment, Kingsly grabbed Rachel's hands and pinned them to the sofa beside her body.
His grip made Rachel wince in pain, her face contorting.
"Let go..."
