Her grip on his hair tightened at those words while he expectantly gazed at her seeking permission. The quickening of frantic heartbeats and flushing of her cheeks told him that she was nervous and excited at the same time.
"Can I?" Xiran softly asked, sliding up his hands jailing her face so she would not escape his desire-filled stare. He towered over her like a hulking beast.
"Yes," she meekly answered. Her cheeks crimsoning in the process, Aselia had no clue what to expect but deep down she wanted him to touch her, to own her, every part of her.
Xiran's eyes widened and his smile deepened, he didn't expect her to agree for she had always been shy and running away from his touches. He didn't know how much she had longed for those caresses in the excruciatingly painful year they had spent apart.
