128 Feeling sorry for him, is the beginning of the downfall

The surroundings were too quiet...

A burning kiss trailed along her ear.

Her hand was taken and pressed against his lean waist, Zoe Bell only felt a tightness at her throat and her heart pounding so fiercely, it buzzed inside her chest, causing an unbearable swelling in her heart.

Her face was flushed, her body heated,

and that sensation was truly lethal.

It was at this moment that he asked in a hoarse voice,

"Is this okay?"

Zoe was shy, too embarrassed to speak, but she did not pull her hand back either, which counted as a tacit consent.

His voice was husky, his breath like flowing fire, as he turned his head to kiss her.

Their breaths intertwined,

their bodies pressed even tighter, inseparably so.

...

Time seemed to slow to a crawl when Zoe lay in bed, wrapped tightly in the blankets, and heard the sound of water from the bathroom; her face was red.