-Not Done Yet
Her soul warmed up. Her being quivered, feeling his warm lips feeding on her soft ones. Seraphina made no attempts to push him away. She neither kissed him back nor tried to stop him because in that moment, she was fighting an inner battle between her heart and her mind.
On the other hand, he kissed her tender lips, passionately, hungrily but without being harsh on her. He devoured her lips like it was his only way of surviving his life. He kissed her with everything and the more his lips turned dominating over her, the more tightly Seraphina hugged that photo frame on her abdomen.
But he finally stopped when he came back to his senses and noticed she hadn't kissed him back. He slightly pulled back and his eyes fell on her.
Her eyes were tightly shut. Tears were abruptly
