Cassiel leaned down to kiss her, their breath intertwined for a moment before they separated, and his eyes softened. Although she enjoyed the moment, something hard kept on poking at her lower body, making her blush intensely.
He gritted his teeth and growled lowly with desires as he cupped her soft flesh on the chest again. He enjoyed her reaction and drew the circles with his palm as if he were massaging her peaks. Her sensitive body writhed under his rough grasp, overwhelmed by the sensations. Her legs automatically separated, the warm feeling spreading on the lower part.
His lips moved from her earlobes to her neck, tracing along the collarbones, and sucked here and there. It felt like all the hair on her body stood up.
But in the end, his injured leg came back to her mind.
"What's wrong?" Cassiel asked her when she stopped moving.
