Muntaha hesitated for a while but gave in to his heart. Before long, he was holding onto the girl's trembling frame. Their naked bodies were flush against each other with nothing between them.
Her hot body felt good against his cold one. Yes, this was the only way he could get the poison out of her body.
It was getting harder to hold on when she was squirming in his arms. He felt a sense of belonging with her.
When was the last time he got this cozy with anyone? He couldn't recall. He sighed, trying to get her to remain still. Her movements were doing things to him.
Sidra on the other hand was uncomfortable even in her state of sleep. Her body was getting hotter by the minute.
After feeling the coolness from whatever was pressed against her, she wanted nothing more than to hurry in it.
She whined and whimpered when he held her in place hoping she wouldn't move. It was a silent protest. Her legs were held captive between him.