"D-Don't… stop," she pleaded.
He twisted his wrist, trying to find her sensitive spot as he continued pumping his fingers inside her.
"Tell me those words… my Lady," Kira sensually whispered, his teeth grazing her earlobe and she could feel his breath hot against her neck.
Marceline's hand clutched tightly on his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.
"I-I… want you…" she moaned.
Kira rejoiced inwardly as he could see the desire in Marceline's emerald eyes. Yes! He could tell that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Yeah, it sounded too ironic. He knew that he wanted her but he refused to believe in her so-called mate bond. He didn't want to acknowledge it.
His mouth licked her collarbones, his tongue swirling on the surface of her skin as if he was wiping the droplets of water on it.
"Do you hate me?" Kira asked her again, squeezing her right breast.
