Chapter Twenty-nine

　　AMALA

　　It starts first when our lips meet as I give in to him. My mouth immediately parts as his tongue explores inside. My legs turn weak each time we kiss and my arms latch around his neck as we both fall down on the couch.

　　We continue devouring each other, fighting our dominance, yet as we cave in to this sinful pleasure, my maidenhood throb from the heat of his touches.

　　His kisses are different from the first time: before it was animalistic and forced but now it feels more passionate as we both equally desire this.

　　"You moan when being kissed," he comments after he pulls from my lips.

　　"I-is something wrong with that?" I give him a weak glare, yet my eyes are brimming with lust as I pant heavily.

　　"That makes you desirable, Amala." He responds with a rare smile.

　　He crashes his lips once more, bruising mine yet he makes amends by gentle sucking and nibbling them.

　　His tongue dips inside my mouth, coaxing me a throaty moan as it gives wild strokes.