You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 463

The soft and tender touch, the familiar sweet taste. He remembered kissing her. His memory lingered on the night she got drunk on champagne after Justin disappeared. He also remembered the way she was when she was so drunk, reaching out to hook his neck, her cheeks flushed, her sexy lips seductive and enticing, and he could not control himself but to kiss her...

And now, touching her lips again.

This time, there was no alcohol at all.

But still, he could not control himself. She was so fragrant, so sweet, so soft, and he had the exact same feeling as he did in the memory. No, the feelings were even more familiar than in the memory. Their lips and teeth were more compatible. His body seemed to remember something, now totally uncontrollable. His hands skillfully brushed every inch of her undulating place. He just felt his body swelling all over, bursting with sensation straight to his brain, every cell of his screaming and crazily wanting her.

Joyce pushed against him, but he was too heavy, and she could barely move him a bit.

Damn, she just wanted to help him a little, but she did not expect to be dragged down by him and got once again wantonly violated by this beast. This damn man lost his memory, but not his nature.

The thought that he was about to get engaged to Charlotte, yet here he was still so ambiguous with her made her angry. She seemed to have gotten the strength from somewhere. She violently pushed him away and got up from the bed.

Luther lay on his back on the bed, and his chest rose and fell violently. His breath was uneven. The stimulation was too strong that he found it difficult calm down. He had tried his best to resist his urge to have her. He sat up, narrowed his eyes, and looked at her incredulously. His body's reaction was the most honest, and he was so close to losing his mind because of a kiss. In the past, it was never possible, he had always been very good at self-control.

But just now, it was like his body, not his own will, was driving him.

His reason was already swayed by his body's instincts.

Joyce woefully gathered her collar, and buttoned it up one by one to the top.