Chapter 64: His Call

Giselle's face was contorted with his grip, her delicate features melding into an oddly captivating allure. “There's nothing to explain,” Giselle managed to say, her voice muffled and resolute as Henry Jefferson pressed on her cheeks with his fingers. “Well,” Henry remarked coolly, clicking his back teeth together. “Then let's see if your mouth is tough or mine.” Without giving Giselle a chance to resist, he leaned in quickly and captured her lips in a fervent, urgent kiss, as if trying to devour her whole, to chew her up and swallow her, flesh and blood. Their noses slightly misaligned, Henry pressed against her, firmly holding her shoulders. He silently forced her lips apart and plunged deeper, his tongue as wild and forceful as a tempest, his strong arms and chest enveloping her like an iron net. Their breaths mingled, and Giselle pressed against his shoulders, trying to put an end to this punishing kiss. However, Henry did not relent. He forcefully tipped her chin downward, h