230 THE PASSIONATE MOUNTAIN NIGHT

"Wa-wait!" Veronica gasped for air. She didn't have to feel her soaking wet breast. She let out a pleasant moan.

"Wait? I can't wait." Arthur's voice was husky.

His eyes were burning like fire. His golden orbs were shimmering.

With his fingers, he probed through her panties and noticed how obscenely wet she was down there.

"Ohh!" Veronica's hand gripped her skirt nervously. Her emotions were roaring wildly, extremely stirred up. She was nowhere as calm as the snow that was falling from the sky.

She raised her head, hoping the falling snow would cool her face off. Soon she realized that the snow stopped falling. She had no idea when it happened. For now, she couldn't cool off her heated face.

"You are telling me to wait. But can you wait, princess? You are dripping wet here."