[WARNING: THE CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]
"Have a taste."
The tang of iron filled Aries' taste buds. It tasted like… blood. However, his kiss and how his tongue circled around her mouth were full of pride.
Aries drew a breath, lifting her head to deepen their kiss. As she did so, her hands under his clothes and on his back moved up. Abel kept her lower lip in between his teeth while drawing his head back, helping her remove his top.
Standing on his knees, keeping one in between her legs, he looked down at her. He wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb, watching her clutch her hand close to her chest. Yet, she kept her eyes fixated on him.
"If I say… I am gobsmacked," he paused as he bent over, holding the hem of her nightdress, and slowly pulled it up while feeling the outline of her body with his palm. "Will you believe me?"
