บท 199: Do..Not..Leave..Me...

Time seemed to stand still as their lips met, a delicate fusion of passion and restraint. His arm encircled her waist, drawing her closer to him, while her hands instinctively found their place on his broad shoulders.

His warm lips opened slowly to capture her soft ones into them, his other hand moving up to settle against the side of her neck, his thumb caressing her cheek, his fingers finding their way to her hair under the bottom of her headwrap while his intoxicated breath mixed with her sweet one.

A satisfied groan left his throat, as if his soul was craving for this connection all along.