Ilyana cupped his cheeks and bring his lips even closer against her. Her smile widened against their kiss, "Silly Love, whenever you want to kiss me, wherever, you can just do them at any time. I would be crazy to reject you."
Lev's fingers crawled from her hips to the back of her waist, drawing a circle playfully as he felt her soft lips taking a small peck on his mouth. He then opened his lips, parting to take her over and indulged himself in the kiss that felt as desperate and hot as when one tries to take in air after drowning from a lake.
Ilyana slowly wreathed her fingers around his neck. She looked at the shirt collar and gently tugged the fabric. The buttons slowly popped in an order as she marveled at his smooth white skin that was hidden underneath the bandage. Reminded again by what Blaire did, she couldn't help but whisper, "I should have killed her with my own two hands."
