Leah’s Point of View
"Hmm... Haaa," I growled.
I catch my breath as I maintain my grip on Amoux’ neck. My brain and body are already completely poisoned as a result of his kisses and caresses. While my two hands are lifted, one of his legs is now in the middle of my thigh, trying to split them. Our mouths are razors, as if there is no tomorrow. Each movement and breath of his is burning, adding to the blaze in my body.
"How come you're in such a hurry?" I dragged him away from me, but he clung to my neck and refused to let go. He murmured something there, which added to the sense of what we were doing.
Outside, it was almost certainly already dark.
"Because you smell so amazing," he whispered, licking my neck as if it were food, and so I shoved him hard. He did not seem to be prepare
