Haness lifted her chin toward the light and kissed her then. This wouldn't be the first and now they believed it certainly wouldn't be the last. Haness could crumble into dust when Parisa's palm touched his cheeks and crawled behind his head. Her breath was hazy; her saliva mixed with the flavor of strong wine.
The small hairs on his skin tingled from the sensation of being embraced by her.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Parisa's gust was harsh on his lips. She moaned indecently the second time their lips merged. Her strong reaction and subtle nibbling did not go unnoticed.
"We won't go far," Haness mutters rashly, nursing his wounds with her tongue, gradually stealing the air out of her.
His blood raced out of control as his hand descended below her waist.
Haness pulled back sharp
