#Chapter11

She bites her lip to stop herself from moaning out in pleasure at his sweet torture. Both of their bodies pressed against each other.

Suddenly she feels his lips leave her skin, making her feel empty all of a sudden.

He rests his head against her forehead. Trailing a hand down her arms, he speaks up.

"Did his touch make you feel this good on your skin?" His hands left a trail of spark along the way. She bit her lips again, willing herself not to moan out, giving him the satisfaction for his actions.

"Answer me fiore." he presses her for an answer. His lips hover over her...