บท 42: 42. Hand Up Her Dress

His cold lips made her freeze up a bit but when his warm tongue pushed into her mouth, Mauve found herself opening up to him. Her lips parted and she kissed him back. She heard a low growl from him before his left hand wrapped around her waist.

He pulled her closer and deepened the kiss, his incisors were longer but somehow it didn't affect the kiss. She let herself melt in his hands as her legs slowly turned to jelly. She felt a bump on her abdomen but paid it no mind.

Mauve felt his hand on her bosom and she gasped but he didn't let her go, nor did let her didn't break the kiss. He gently squeezed and Mauve felt a tingle go up her spine. She gasped and broke the kiss but he did not let her step out of his grip.

Mauve was certain she was a deep red color. She was flushed from the top of her head to the sole of her feet. Her breath was coming out pants and her chest heaved per how hard she was breathing.