Cosette let out a moan into Maxen's mouth, almost out of breath, as he devoured her lips without a pause. She shivered as she felt his heated palm on her hips, slipping under her top ever so slowly.
His palm was hot to the touch, transferring the heat under her skin. Her chest moved in and out heavily, anticipating another passionate time with him. But just as Cosette was giggling evilly in her head, Maxen reluctantly peeled his lips from her.
He rested his forehead against her, hand squeezing her hip mildly. Unlike the last time, her nightwear was so thin and so easy to take off. But alas, he had to reluctantly stop himself.
"Forgiven," he breathed out heavily, still catching up to his breathing. Since he had his eyes closed with his forehead against hers, he didn't notice the frown that appeared on her face.
"So soon?" she blurted out in a tiny voice, feeling his grip around her hips tighten.
