Divale shivered slightly as she felt Lukel's fingers working his way up her thighs. She pressed her head to the wall as she waited desperately for his bold move.
But it never came.
Amidst the haze, Divale dropped her head down to stare at Lukel who had a clouded expression on his face as though he had committed a grave sin.
"W-What is it?" Her voice came out raspy, deep with the need for his hot body to be slammed against hers.
"N-Nothing, I'm sorry," He sighed before he dropped her feet slowly to the ground.
"Uh? Why are you apologising?" A frown marred her face as she peered down to marvel at the sight of his sculpted face glowing under the light from the fire pedestal at the corner of the room.
Even though she was barely conscious of her actions, she reached forward to caress his cheeks gently and her heart ached with the intensity she felt inside.
She felt him stiffen with her touch but he later relaxed and leaned into her palm.
