91 I refuse to marry him.

Mera.

His tongue entered my mouth and tangled with mine. Our bodies pressed against each other. His hard pecs pressed against my soft breasts.

I grabbed at his shirt trying to resist his kiss. But I couldn't.

His left hand is on my waist, pressing me into his arms. His right hand on the back of my head kept deepening the kiss.

I leaned back, his left hand supporting the weight of my body.

In between his kisses, I said, "Stop! Stop!" He didn't stop and continued to kiss me with his eyes closed.

I hammered his shoulders and chest with my fists, but he paid no attention. He took my hands on his waist and made me hug him.

He massaged my lips with his tongue and sucked on them. As we kissed, our saliva melded together.

When he releases me, I take two steps back. I raise my hand and rub my lips vigorously, trying to erase his mark. I gasp slightly and look down at the floor.

"You don't want to kiss me? You don't love me anymore? Do you want to leave me?" He saw me wipe my lips so h