Chapter 39 His Feather-like Touch

His lips pressed against mine. I didn't anticipate receiving a kiss with such an open ferocity. I felt his bulge press against me through the thick fabric of his pants as we kissed, letting me know exactly what he thought of the situation. He pulled me against him, his wet flesh brushing against mine. Orpheus's lips were firm against mine and had a fruity, sweet flavour. I was powerless to resist as his tongue flicked against the seam of my mouth, pleading with me to open for him. When his tongue inserted into my mouth, the kiss changed from an exploration to a luxurious conquest, and I let out a low moan. It brushed across my skin with assurance, assertiveness, and boldness.