Lilith's POV
After kissing for minutes, he lets me catch my breath, only to suck my lips again, prying my mouth open, his tongue diving back in.
His hands roam everywhere—one slips into my waistband, grabbing my ass, fingers kneading the soft flesh, while the other lingers on my back, crossing boundaries, gripping the base of my breast, cupping it fully.
"Mmm… ah…" I can't stifle my moans, voice soft, drawn-out, trembling with need.
His hand squeezes my sensitive breast, my body melting. But it's not enough—his fingers tease my n****e, sending electric shocks through me, tingling, trembling uncontrollably.
"S-stop…" I gasp when his lips briefly leave mine, pleading, but there's no time before he seals my mouth again.
He doesn't stop—gets bolder.
He lifts my winter skirt, yanks down
