บท 83: Even the biting?

I shivered when Hugo planted his palms on my hips, pulling me down while keeping my lips busy. He wouldn't stop as I felt him stroke my shoulder with the back of his fingers gently. Even his bites on my lips grew gentler, squeezing my arm lightly as he inhaled my breaths deeply. 

His touches, the gentleness of his tongue as he guided it to a dance, his increasing body heat gave this sensation I couldn't comprehend in words. It felt as though I was discovering a part of me I didn't know existed. 

As his hand outlined my body, I also felt like exploring it with him. Discovering where I was sensitive the most and the areas I would like to be touched. When his lips parted from me, Hugo trailed kisses on my jaw, down to the side of my neck and collar.