Move With Me [M]

“My hatred is not that easy to invoke.” Delta chuckled and cradled his face in her hands. “You opened a void in me that I once filled with nothing but solitude. I don’t think you are allowed to leave me now unscathed. Say, Wolfram, if a problematic person asks for your heart, what will you tell them?”

“Do you want my whole life with it?”

Delta was surprised by the answer, but Wolfram caught her lips with his own again. The wildness of their previous kiss returned, and it had gotten noisier with all the moaning coming from her. Unlike the first two times, she started to feel lust from how they held each other.

What was worse was that… it was coming from her instead.

Wolfram brought her to one of the frosted glass walls and pressed her against it with his body. The water from the warm shower kept competing with the heat inside their bodies. Steam began to fog as Wolfram’s breath wheezed through his hungry kisses on her jaw, neck, or wherever his head was.

His hand began to feel her