Yora's Point of view

"Hmm... Haaa," I growled.

I catch my breath as I maintain my grip on Archer's neck. My brain and body are already completely poisoned as a result of Archer's kisses and caresses. While my two hands are lifted, one of his legs is now in the middle of my thigh, trying to split my thighs. Our mouths are razors, as if there is no tomorrow. Each movement and breath of his is burning, adding to the blaze in my body.

"How come you're in such a hurry?" I dragged him away from me, but he clung to my neck and refused to let go. He murmured...