PS: Read Responsibly (R18)
ZINA
"How I wish you could see what you look like right now," Daemon's lips crept up to her ears in a hot all consuming whisper, "but I guess it's alright that your imagination runs wild and takes the lead for your sight."
Zina's imagination was running wild indeed. But it was hard to control the directions of her imaginations when her body from head to toe was set on carnal fire. Something was amiss in the bubble of pleasure that she was trapped in, and she quickly realised it was the fact that Daemon wasn't touching her elsewhere save for gripping her waist like he wanted to crush it.
All the while, only his lips had done the touching and the feeling. His fingers had forever remained static on her waist.
"Touch me," she whispered breathlessly to him like a plea for the water of eternal life.
