His breath mixed with the scent of rubbing alcohol, soothed her nerves, and blended with her own puffs of warm air, producing a scent far deadlier than any other aroma the man stumbled upon.
Dimitri stifled a groan, deeper and raspier than the previous, because she was so sweet yet so potent at the same time that he reckoned the butterflies on his lips wouldn't let go even when the spring passed or even when winter came and freeze it all over. That's how obsessed he was and will always be.
He will never get tired. It was just so addicting. But he also didn't want to scare her into unleashing the monster inside of him.
Deeply troubled, his palm crept from the red clouds of silky hair and cupped the sides of her charming face, and Dimitri hummed inside her mouth while stroking the contours of the sides of her face, with longing and deep desire glazing his calloused fingers and etching her lines in his heart. It tickled the woman beneath him, and her frame shuddered a little.
