After a while he pulled away from her. His hands caressed her cheeks. He moved closer to her and kissed her forehead.
Chu~
She didn't stop him. Her cheeks were still flushed.
"Young Master... you.. you shouldn't be doing this to an old lady lik– mmff?" She tried to say something but was stopped by Azael.
He kissed her lips again. His right hand gently held the back of her neck, pulling her closer. She was so soft. He could feel it, each time he touched her.
"Maf-st" she tried to say something but couldn't.
Isabel was clearly stronger than Azael. She could push him away if she wanted.
But she didn't. She didn't kiss him back. Not yet. But she didn't stop him either. She didn't push him from kissing her.
Azael kept hugging her tightly.
His lips sucked on her lips tenderly, savoring their softness and warmth.
He pushed his weight on her as she fell back onto the bed.
Azael lifted her legs onto the bed from the edge.
