Irene felt the warmth of Kaiser's lips on hers. The kiss was soft. Their mouths touched lightly, parted, then came back together.
She placed a hand on his nape, her fingers sliding into his sweat-damp hair. Kaiser responded by tilting his head, deepening the contact. His tongue brushed hers, slowly, with a tenderness that contrasted with the brutal passion of the previous days.
He ran a hand down her back, caressing her moist skin with his fingertips, tracing light lines along her spine. Irene shivered under this simple touch. She pressed herself a little closer to him, her naked body glued to his.
Her full breasts pressed against his chest, she felt his heart beating calmly. Kaiser slid his other hand over her hip, then over her thigh. He brushed the inside of her leg, where the skin was still sensitive from the previous marks.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured against her lips, before kissing her again.
