[ Chapter 30 ] [ Mature Content ]
All he craved was one taste of her lips. Her raw womanly pink color reminded him the sweetest spring rose bud a brilliant and enchanting pink, promising the delight they may bestow while flaunting such subtle visions of light and dark shades.
He marveled as he wondered deeply upon her delectable lips if they would be as enticing as sweetest honey or of feverishly spicy as he remembered, or soft as silk or cushion like the softest down with every kiss.
The moisture that collected there upon her lips as her passions rose higher drew his attention in closer, once again he heated up with desire and passion to partake of her treasure filled lips.
Her feminine scent engulfed him as she came closer. He would do anything to have more taste, even just for a moment more to be consumed by her very being.
