The kiss was soft against his lips but not too gentle. Amidst the sound of shuffling fabric, a hot tongue delved into the wet cavern of which was Moulin's moist mouth. Their lips moved as though in sync, lost in an addicting dance. A faint moan slipped past his lips, kissing the mouth that pushed harder against him.
A string of silver stretched between them as they finally parted away a few inches. Although haziness clouded his alluring eyes, Moulin's mind was clear... and he realized he was sitting on the bed, leaning back slightly. The towering build of the warrior before him shrouds him in the intimidating shadow of his form. It made Moulin feel vulnerable and exposed. Although it was arousing, such feelings roused his stubbornness. It was... exciting even.
