His kiss was filled with a lingering sense of passion and longing.
I knew that Sang Qi was mad, so I kissed him back in return.
At first, I kissed him out of feeling sorry about putting him through this whole ordeal, but by the time I realized and came to, I was already lost in the passion of his kiss.
His kiss was so possessive that it was suffocating, breathing in and stealing my breath as if to say that even the air that I breathed out belonged to him. After a while, I had to pat his back to signal him that I was really out of air before he broke away his kiss. With his hands on my shoulder, he pushed and lifted his face away a little. His eyes glittered, and his pupil was as dark as the night.
“If not for the driver, I will, have you, here, now.” He said through clenched teeth.