He wanted desperately to take it slow, to take care of her and make sure that Asta knew she was safe. But the way that the doe was wrapping herself around him, running her smooth legs down his body, made it nearly impossible for Molaki to hold back.
Asta was insistent, moving her fingers back down the ladders of muscle that lined his sides, resting on the edge of his pants, hooking her thumbs under his belt. She tugged lightly to tease, to request that they be removed, but she knew she wouldn't be able to get rid of them on her own.
Molaki smirked, growling playfully. He didn't want to let go of her, but it was necessary if he was going to get any.... farther. He rolled suddenly to the side, his feet landing with a slight thud on the floorboards, tugging on his belt and undressing with ease as his golden eyes never left the prize that was waiting for him on his bed.
