❝i can tell.❞ she sounds with ephemeral voice. With that, she falls silent, his lips kneading her while hands fumble around. Perhaps this wasn’t the best thing for them to delve into but neither of them cared not about the consequences. She falls into a dangerous pit, as Him, the creator of chaos and evil, dived head first into malicious, dirty lust as she guides her hand to his jawline.
“Shh-Shh, Shh—shh,” he said softly as he pressed a finger against her lips.
Strong arms lifted her, and twisted her round so that she was now below him. Those piercing golden eyes of his stared down upon her with a small sparkle in the depths of its brilliance. Then his large, masculine body guided her through the motions.
Water was lapping against the bath tub, trying desperately to get out. It was like a fingertip against an ice-cube — the slightest touch sends a chill down the spine. Winter could not melt away for there were no signs of Summer. Even, the passionate kisses, and touches could not crush its heavy reign. Winter was here to stay, enveloping both of them in its coldness.
