Bab 122: Eating Semiramis (1) *

When I was mere inches from her, I looked down, towering over her. I was a bit taller, enough to make her feel the weight of my presence. "I just thought…hmnn~" she began, but her words trailed off into a soft moan as I leaned in, pressing a kiss to her neck.

As the tension mounted between us, I couldn't help but ask, "Thought what exactly?" My voice was a low murmur, almost drowned by the heavy silence that surrounded us. My right hand, driven by an instinctual need, roamed beneath the fabric of her clothing, finding its way between her thighs. Despite the barrier of her pants, I could feel the warmth radiating from her, a subtle but unmistakable heat that called to me. The pressure of my hand was soft but insistent, seeking out the sensitive spot that lay hidden beneath layers of cloth.