He had not the slightest clue what he was doing. He only knew he was doing it and to tarnation, he was enjoying it. He was savoring the plumpness of her lips, coursing his tongue in the nook and cranny of her teeth. He was drilling in the air from her mouth as though she were an oxygen tube.
Her skipping breaths were grazing the base of his nose and it felt like a bed of ripened cotton – the tenderness it produced over his skin. His hands were doing the most too.
Perhaps, the hunger that came with the absence of a genuine pleasurable sensation in his immortal life was taking its toll on him now. It was doing too much on the blue-haired one and he feared it was going to suffocate her.
Yet, he couldn't bring himself to stop. He wondered; just what in the blazing world was this hunger? This thirst that had engulfed his entire essence and swallowed the last drop of control within him.
