Smitten
His urge might be fatal but as soon as his fingers glided over her smooth skin, his actions softened, and tenderly pressed his lips over the delicateness of her lips.
The vivid imagination in his mind might be wild, but he stilled for a moment, afraid of hurting the precious person he was holding on to.
His finger slid to her silky hair, his legs covered the negligible space that was left, and tasted the delicious lips that were causing him to sin.
The world came to still when his lips pressed on hers. Her eyes were wide in disbelief, having him so close, one could never be. Her heart was pounding in her chest to leap, looking at his thick brows and dropped eyes. She could feel the heat under the tips of his callous fingers that grazed over her cheeks.
The shiver ran down her spine when she grasped that she was craving for the kiss when he caught her from falling and he was kissing her, not by accident.