Kira lost the remaining self-control that he had because of Marceline's provoking but tempting words. He took her by the waist, pulling her against his body as his mouth claimed her lips.
He kissed her softly at first but later on, he became more aggressive than he had ever before. His persistent mouth was parting her craving lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves.
'Gosh! He is such a great kisser! I wonder how many women he had already kissed in the past.'
Just thinking about this, Marceline couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She hated the thought that this guy kissed several women aside from her.
At that certain moment, she felt like conquering him. She wanted to possess him as her own!
Before she knew it, her lips were already acting on their own, matching the intensity of his kiss. She clutched on his robe, pulling him harder against her. Kira groaned softly inside her mouth.
