He wasn't kissing her, he was merely teasing her, denying her his affectionate caresses and touches which she sought with every fibre of her being. He blew on the valley between her two perfect mounds and her back arched and a deep cry of frustration was torn from her lips making her legs clamp together.
The scent of the rising need between her legs mingled with her discontent at his actions and she wrapped her arms around his buffed back and pulled him towards herself. But he didn't budge and slowly continued with his tenacious task.
Her hands roamed and his eyes narrowed, hauling himself up and propping on his knees he opened the buckle and removed his belt and Aselia's eyes fluttered while her heart accelerated its pace. His gaze was a raging storm and Aselia knew she was about to drown in it.
"What?" She whimpered as Xiran grabbed her hands and bound them in his belt.
