"Mmgh…"
Nathan's lips parted slightly.
The moan that slipped out was soft—but it rose up like a sinful gas bubble from the bottom of a stew pot made in hell's kitchen.
Validia's kiss deepened.
Soft, but intentional.
Like she was sipping secrets from Nathan's lips—one drop of desire per second.
Her tongue flicked against his—briefly, lightly. But just enough to short-circuit his entire nervous system.
Shit, I can't just sit still…
Nathan moved.
His left hand rose slowly. His shoulder stiffened.
Fingers slid to the side, brushing past damp strands of Validia's hair—slick with the dew of her heated body.
He touched her cheek—warm and smooth, like the inside of a watermelon that hadn't yet met a knife.
Validia shivered slightly.
"Nggh…"
Nathan didn't pull away.
His thumb began stroking her cheek. Slowly.
Like he was caressing the pores that stored dreams.
He inhaled. Deep. Then slid his palm upward…
His hand reached her horn.
The surface was cool, firm at first.
