Pleading

"Amora," Liam hissed, pleading. Her soft fingers still brushed against him, on his bulky part.

He wanted to understand her more than anything else. He wanted to give her as much time as possible until she felt comfortable with him. He wanted in the end she would ask him to do it.

He would be patient and endure everything for her to be happy and finally feel that this place was the safest and most comfortable for her.

But his hormones were too victorious when fighting with his logic. Especially when she trailed every part of his. It was the best moment ever.

“Amora,” he whispered again. His hands gripped the sturdy armrests. His back that was leaning on the chair squirmed uncomfortably. His breath rushed, his face flushed, and sweat flooded many places.

Amora was cornered, like a fawn exposed to the light. She was not intimidated by Liam, bu