I caressed Cain's chest, fondling his firm pecs as he let out a soft grunt. He covers his mouth to silence his moans, cautious about letting his voice out at the thought of alerting whoever it was I had been hiding from.
A sly grin tugged at my lips as I pressed my body against his. My hand rode up the side of his shirt, caressing his bare skin as I traced each curve of his sculpted body while he breathed heavily from the sensual touch.
Look how docile he's acting~ Is this how he usually feels when he's on the offensive? I think I understand why though. When else can I see such an expression on his face?
I traced my tongue against his nape, hearing a repressed grunt escape his lips before he pushes my head backwards with his palm pressed against my forehead. I lap up the thin trail of saliva as my eyes locked to his ruby ones.
