Samantha could still not stop blushing even though she had long stopped kissing the man behind her. Her face was still warm, and she was still breathing heavily as she tried to calm her racing heart. But even after trying for long, she could not remove whatever had transpired a moment ago from her mind. She still remembered his lips, soft and supple pressing on her cold ones as they sucked and nipped on them, biting them even until her lips were swollen.
Alastair's state was no different from Samantha's. His breathing too was ragged, and his eyes were clouded with lust for the girl who now ruled his heart. Yet, he gazed at her, taking in her beautiful and alluring face as she attempted to suppress her embarrassment, hoping for the cold night to cool her down.
