I was left astounded at that action coming from Desmond, wide-eyed. I received jolts of sparks flowing in my skin when he cupped my cheek and deepened the kiss.
His tongue sought entrance inside my mouth, asking for an invitation. I clung to his neck, wanting him more as we were both entangled with each other.
I questioned how I ended up in this situation again. Why was I inside Desmond's arms and I was allowing him to smash his lips in mine?
And how dare I respond back to him? When did I even do that?
Why did his lips feel so right with mine?
Desmond slowly parted. I slowly peeled my eyes open, following his lips again. But when I heard a soft warning growl coming from him.
"Our son is here, seraphim..." he whispered near to my ear, leaving wet kisses.
His words felt like a bucket of ice threw me. I pushed him away from me and immediately looked at Sander who was covering his ears, still turning his back on us.
