Part 62

Olivia's eyes widened as Ignazio's lips touched hers. Her right hand was still in Ignazio's grip, while her left hand rested by her side, both feeling weak.

Ignazio moved his lips, and as the warmth began to spread through her body, Olivia closed her eyes. She wasn't just resigned to it; she wasn't unable to resist, but she also wanted to know how it felt. She wanted to know what Ignazio felt like, even if she didn't admit it as openly as he did.

Sensing Olivia not resisting, Ignazio placed Olivia's right hand on his shoulder, while his hand moved behind Olivia's head and stayed there to protect her head from hitting the door. His other hand hugged Olivia's waist tightly and even deliberately pushed her body to press tightly against his.

Ignazio moved as gently as he could. He didn't want to scare Olivia, let alone make her run away. Just a gentle touch, the command of Ignazio's brain. Just to satisfy curiosity. He was sure of himself.

Ignazio tasted Olivia's lips. He could still