"!… Z-zel?… so many kisses are—mph…"
"Anne… my love, isn't the moon wonderful? *smoo~ch* Don't you feel as if the sun continues in the sky even at night… *lick~* hm?"
"Zel… fuh… this…"
"Anne… it's hot… it feels like it burns me, my love…"
"! Wait. Zel…"
"Hah… hff… r-right. I feel a little…" — Troubled, he separated for a second. Showing a thirsty expression that told me he could not stay away. His lips decided to kiss the top of my head now while his hands clenched my back trying to contain an impatience I had not seen as intense before. Too passionate... Too breathtaking. — "Fuhh your scent is… entrancing, Anne…"
I could only close my eyes to his strong hold. The way I noticed he was practically inhaling my hair as he placed more kisses in my crown, infected me with the fever his body transmitted and his chest, on which I ended pressed against, beating loudly, incredibly soft in its firmness.
"Zel…"
"Anne…"
