“Please…” In the quietness, Scarlett searched her face. She felt vulnerable when she realized the heiress didn’t want her as much as she did and she blinked her tears away, breaking the eye contact, turning her face to the side. She whispered, almost inaudibly, letting go of her, “Is it wrong to want you?”
Cattleya stroked her cheek, dipping her head to brush her lips against her temple, “Yes, it is, love…"
Scarlett shivered when she then pressed a hot kiss against her jaw. She softly asked, her inhibitions dissipating, “Why?"
Such an innocent question. It made her so desirable, so irresistible. Cattleya laced her fingers through her hair, holding the back of her head, making her look at her. She instantly pressed her mouth onto hers in a soft kiss.
Scarlett's lips parted, a small
