The heat rapidly increased around them. Their damp and hot breathing, and their wild kiss, made any thought about the cold irrelevant. It was just the two of them, in their little world, kissing and caressing each other. The memory from that morning was rekindled in a matter of seconds, making them both lose their hesitation to indulge in some tender exchanges. Cessilia loved that he never wore a shirt, and left his torso bare for her to caress and touch. It was like a vast, warm and soft land under her fingers.
He kept caressing her, but as he was hesitant to undress her, Cessilia took the first step, slowly pulling out the straps of her leather belt and tossing it aside, taking her arms from her sleeves, the dress naturally falling down to reveal her skin. Ashen's breathing stopped, for
