She guided his hands from her face down to the full, heavy swell of her breasts. The silk was so thin that it was like touching bare skin. Her nipples, hard and pebbled, pressed against his palms.
"My heart refuses to settle down; reassure my heart."
The meaning behind her words was clear. She had not seen him for several months, and the emotions she kept pent up all this time almost burst when she saw him.
And now that she knew he would be gone again, and who knows when she would see him again, the emotions within her could no longer be contained.
In fact, it was not just Verdia, Reinhardt too, who hadn't seen Verdia for a long time, was keeping his emotions in check. The identity of the woman was too complicated after all. However, right now, with her being so honest, he did not care about anything at all.
Reinhardt made his move. His thumbs brushed over the voluptuous mounds of her breasts through the silk, making Verdia gasp sharply in reaction.
