Klein slid a hand around Walpurga's waist and pulled her closer. She did not resist. On the contrary, she lifted her face toward him. Their lips met again, first softly, then with growing intensity. The kiss deepened quickly. Walpurga wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair. She tilted her head slightly to better respond to his kiss, and a light muffled moan escaped from her throat.
"Klein..." she murmured against his lips before diving back into the kiss.
Their mouths pressed together with more force. Klein's tongue caressed hers, and Walpurga responded with fervor. Her body pressed against Klein's, her generous curves molding to his chest. She ran a hand along his neck, her nails gently brushing his nape, which sent a shiver down Klein's back. He felt himself melting with love for her. Every contact, every shared breath made him completely captive to this woman.
