Sweet breakfast (2)

Vera was leaning on the table, blocked by Neven's arms - one on each side. Not that she wanted to get up, but there was glass on the floor they might want to remove before getting hurt.

However, a light bite woke her up. It didn't hurt, but she still remembered the one from their first time. And Neven did as well, apparently. He moved her sleeve away and found the mark of his teeth still there.

It had been a few days only, so it couldn't heal completely yet. On one hand, he was happy to see it. On the other, he realised he couldn't be too fierce with her.

She was too delicate for all the wicked things he wanted to do.

«Don't get distr...» he started, but his words died down when his fingers trailed up her thigh. He caressed her hip but found no trace of any underwear.

He was going to carry her to the bedroom but realising she had no underwear ignited his inner fire. The bedroom was too far, all of a sudden.