Two souls stood under the moonlight. Dhein's heart raced and pounded so hard that it was all he could hear.
His hands didn't know where to go, so they just hung there while his body stiffened.
It was surreal. He had never felt like this around any other woman.
While clinging onto him, Shina tiptoed so that her lips were closer to his ears. Then, with a thin, seductive voice, she whispered softly:
"You can touch me however you like."
Dhein's neck tingled at her warm breath. His heartbeat went on overdrive but he heard her loud and clear.
She smelled very nice, like a scent of fresh flowers. Her body felt so soft and fragile, that he had an overwhelming urge to just embrace her...
...to devour her.
He wanted to see more of her, hear more of her. He craved for more. It was something insatiable unless he gave in to what his body wanted to do.
'So... this is...'
His hands moved on their own. Shina gasped when he touched her by the waist.
'...Lust.'
