He buried his head, leaning down to kiss the sensual spot of the petite woman.
The warm sensation hit her as her skin tingled; before she could react, he pulled away. The next second, he cupped her petite face with his hands, his thin lips trailing from her forehead downward, finally landing on her luscious lips.
He sucked on her lower lip, kissing lightly, then gently rubbed, nibbled, and sucked; the force of each kiss grew stronger. She was already lost, her eyes glazed over as if her soul was being drawn out by him.
"Mmm, Lucas…"
She didn't know when she had started clinging to him, but her body was still as soft as if she had lost her core, unable to stand steadily.
His long, powerful left arm wrapped around her petite woman's back from behind, his large hand encircling her to provide support, still holding her close to himself. Unknowingly, his breathing had become heavily labored, his large hand resting over her chest through the fabric.
"Is this okay?"
