His voice was as rich as wine, his thin lips gently kissed her forehead, a touch of alcohol scent mingling with the air. Tonight, because of the grilled meat, he drank a few glasses with his father and Flix Hallow, and the night seemed to carry a subtle intoxicating haze.
His embrace was warm and broad, his soothing touch enticing, almost making Charlotte Miller want to sink into it and never leave...
The man's lips followed the line from her forehead, gently yet dominantly spreading to her eyelashes, eyes, the tip of her nose, and her rosy lips. Charlotte Miller pressed against his chest and whispered, "The doctor said not to be too frequent at this time, and indulgence harms the body, doesn't it?"
Her voice was sweet and tender yet full of tension. At this moment, he knew he had to restrain himself, but not being able to fully claim her was driving him almost mad. Thankfully, it would get better after a while.
