His fingers adjusted to the contours of her body as his lips focused upon matching with her own. As the kisses grew from sweet pecks to deep French kisses, both Dimitri and Juliette became out of breath. When it would grow too much for one or the other, Dimitri would pull away to her neck and kiss her soft skin as she would giggle beneath him. Upon the first moment that she had laughed, hestalled, but continued as he held a hunger for that melodic tune, but then grew aggravated as it was not a humorous moment.
"This is not a moment one usually laughs." He reminded her, hovering over her as his breath remained quick.
"Then don't be so gentle." His brow flickered for a moment before he brought his hands to her blouse, forcing it from within her skirt and tearing it down the center. Butto
