บท 145: His Beautiful Angel

"Ummm," was all she could muster as his lips trickled down to her jaw leaving traces of soft feathery kisses. The sensation became too much, sending her brain into overdrive.

The feel of his lips against her smooth skin was like this raw amber igniting her whole being, she could go up in flames any second.

The uneasiness grew, it spread from her head to her dainty toes as she could no longer stand still. She had forgotten such sensual feelings could even exist the one Zyair was invoking inside of her.

Then he nuzzled into her delicate neck, taking a deep breath to store away her scent in every crevice of his brain. The tip of his nose lined her long neck, making goosebumps appear on her whole body. Her heart was doing a thousand a mile, jumping so frantically that she thought it would burst.

"Z–Zyair," she finally willed herself to speak.

"Yes, beautiful," he yearningly whispered against her soft skin.