"What—"
Death placed his finger against her lips to quiet her while he used his other hand to caress her thigh, "Such a dangerous lane to take." He chuckled and tugged at her jeans, "That was a pun, get it? Lane as in up your thighs and Lane as in Amber Lane, your name." He laughed at his own joke and then pressed his body further against her, Amber having to hold his chest so that his weight won't crush her.
"What are you doing…" Amber bit down on her lips when he went higher, sinking his nails into her skin as he caressed her.
Death pushed himself below her neck and placed a quiet kiss on her neck, "How does that feel?" He whispered into her ear and bit her earlobe while continuing to caress her thighs.
