All Elora could feel was his hands, and she was quite sure that was what kept her standing, her legs felt like jelly, her entire sense was overridden by his scent, his touch, his taste, his breath.
She felt as though she was floating on clouds, and she never wanted to come back to earth.
She could faintly feel him turn her around resting her back on one of the trees.
His lips didn't leave hers for a second and a whimper escaped her lips as she pushed against his sturdy chest to allow her some air.
But there was no use
Even when he released her lips, she could only afford a moment of relaxation before her breath was stolen once again.
Azazeal's hands had sneaked their way into the bodice of her gown, the ropes holding her bosom area were loosened in one second and his warm large hands wrapped around the clothed mounds of her flesh stealing her breath once again.
Although he wasn't touching her bre*st directly, the feeling of his hands still made her scalp go numb.
