“I promise I will help take the nervousness away.” His voice turned a little husky as he said that. It caused her heartbeat to race but she diagnosed that as not her nervousness because of the heat that came along with it.

Looking at her intently, he reached out his hand and cradled her jaw. His touches were so delicate yet flaming hot. Somehow, this current experience was different from earlier. Was it because their moment in that bathroom was carried out in such rush? She admitted that she did not quite have the time to register everything that she had just experienced then because of how fast it had started and then ended. On top of that, there was the goal of wanting to annoy that so-called friend of hers. She could still grin in her mind as she remembered how Arriane’s face looked like seeing both her and Sam together.

His fingertips drifted behind her ear and his fingers combing through her hair.

Then his other hand started to move as well. His fingertips delicately skimmed over her throat, stroking gently as if to coax her taut nerves to become even more strained. “Do you like what I am doing?” he asked, his warm breath fanning across her cheek.

She nodded, swallowing. And then she felt his lips curved up against the wing of her brow. Gooseflesh rose but she found that she did not hate it at all. In fact, she loved it! She also loved the way he was kneading on her neck muscles. Did he feel the stiffness in there and was now trying to coax the tension out of them?

A soft sigh escaped her. He was doing wonders to her muscles. He was not lying when he had told her that he was going to take all of her nervousness away. His magic was happening and all she wanted right now was to relax and turn into a puddle of goo in his arms and feel his warm and delicate hands do wonders to her body. She absentmindedly thought how much better he could make her feel.

“Zary…” he whispered out her name. His voice no longer pure honey. There was now something dark combined with it that sent waves of heat and thrill spiralling through her veins.

Their eyes held each other’s, and she watched him slowly moved his face closer to hers – giving her ample time to pull back and stop him if she wanted or if she felt uncomfortable at any point at all. However, she was looking forward to it. He was… going to kiss her…

Her heartbeat trashed so hard within her ribcage and for a moment there, she was scared that she would suddenly scoot back away from him again.

But her worries did not even last more than a second before being turned into vapour, because he had set the fire to them as his mouth slanted over and covered hers.

His arm slid around the small of her back as his mouth dragged across hers so patiently, so gently, continuing to brush his lips over hers as he would sometimes flick his tongue across her lips as though asking for entry. And the very moment she parted her lips, he pounced at the opportunity and sealed her mouth in an instant, as if he had been waiting for that very moment the whole time.

Pleasure and excitement quickly flooded her as she felt his tongue now moved in and penetrated her mouth, stroking, searching. His mouth… his lips… his tongue… she felt like she was going to faint. What… what is this?

Before she knew it, she had already relaxed fully against him. Her hands had wounded their way around his neck, then up into his silky hair, pulling him closer to her.

Instinct took over and she kissed him back. She captured his mouth, copying him, starting more kisses before another had quite finished.

She felt him smile against her mouth, but she could not care less. She just wanted to… kiss him, again and again. Oh my god… were kisses really like this? Why was kissing him so delicious? Do kisses actually taste so good?

Deep within her, a part of her hoped that this was only because it was her first time tasting a man’s mouth. And the reason she hoped for that was because she had a feeling that she might get addicted to this.

She climbed onto him, straddling him, moulding her body against his own solid body. Her kisses were getting harder, more impatient, as if she could not get enough of Sam. And he let her have her way with him for a long while. Until she pulled away on her own, panting hard, feeling so light headed that she was not sure she would fall sideways.

Her eyes were a little wide as she looked at him, trying to catch her breath. She looked as though she was in total disbelief. But she quickly recovered and moved to kiss him again.

“Oh god…” she half moaned and half groaned the next time she pulled away, breathless. “I can’t stop myself. I think… you should stop me, Sam.”

A soundless chuckle left his mouth. He cupped the sides of her face with both his hands as he pressed their foreheads against each other’s. “No, I’m not going to stop you, sweetheart. Just go ahead and enjoy and experiment all you want.”

“W-why?”

“You love kissing me.”

“Oh gods, yes! I’m afraid I’m going to get addicted to this.”

“I’d really love it if you will. I’m all yours…”

Zary’s eyes widened. “No… oh don’t. Addiction is unhealthy, Sam.” She shook her head. But at the same time, her eyes kept staring at his tempting lips and she unknowingly licked her own lips in anticipation.

He chuckled sexily, noticing the way she eyed him. Then his lips strayed, and he traced his tongue over her jaw. “I wouldn’t mind if you get addicted to me, Zary… in fact, I’d really… really… love it if that happens.”

“R-really?” she answered, catching a breath.

“Yes. So go on and kiss me until you’re satisfied. Because after this, even if you want more, it’ll be my turn to go..” His voice was full of promise, causing anticipation to build up further in her.