While I was still in a daze, Ansir kissed me.
He took my lips without hesitation and sucked hard.
I couldn't help but shiver as my eyes widened. At an extremely close distance, my vision was slightly unfocused, tangled with his heated gaze.
I felt like I was in a dream.
The kiss that Ansir pressed against my lips brought with it the heat of his breath. Sometimes he kissed me lightly, sometimes he took me in his mouth. My lips and tongue were numb from the sucking, and the sounds of his breath mingled.
His eyelashes lowered, but when he lifted them, his blood-jade eyes darkened, and he sucked harder, making me cross between reality and dreams.
Ansir seemed to have learned his lesson from the first two times. This time the kiss was unusual, with a particularly deadly allure. As a result, I forgot to resist and instead kissed him deeper and deeper.
