Warning; Rated 18+. Readers discretion is advised.
"You have no idea...!" Aragon was breathing like he had just finished a race. He had cupped her face with both of his hands, while his tongue had stopped at the side of her lips. They could both feel each other's breaths on their faces, and Raziah's face was blazing hot red.
She had just realized how loud she had been, and that she actually reacted like that. She felt like she was gradually turning into another woman, and her betraying body was getting even more excited.
He cupped her face so she was gazing into his eyes once again, "Damn it you... I can't believe... Shit! This is..." He was back to cursing again. What was wrong with him?
