Chapter 635

It was a kiss full of aggression. As Damon's tongue parted her lips and entered her mouth, Celeste felt a bit dazed for a moment.

After more than four years, Damon was now 30 years old. He used to look thin in clothes but muscular without them, boasting well-defined muscles.

Years of psychological torment had taken a toll on his weight, making his jawline sharper and giving his face and expression a more youthful appearance than before.

The breath between his lips was refreshing, with a hint of menthol tobacco.

"Stop it, Damon," Celeste whimpered in her throat.

She was being restrained at the waist, her right hand holding the medicine bottle, and her left hand struggling to exert force. Her attempts to push Damon were feeble, like a kitten scratching an itch.

"Then push me away," Damon mumbled, but he didn't release her lips. Instead, he intensified, sweeping his tongue over her teeth, stealing her breath and saliva.

"It's going to bleed." Celeste, lost in the moment, couldn't