Outside the French windows, the capital was brightly lit, and the room was filled with an ambiguous aura.

He pressed her tightly against the wall, and his scorching lips crushed the corners of her slightly cooled lips, suppressing every corner of her body. His movements were almost rude and domineering, and he attacked the city without giving her the slightest chance to escape or catch her breath.

He had suppressed it for eight years, and the solid wall of his ...