Flares of passion

Natan was about to speak when Flare silenced his lips with her own, at first Natan resisted but quickly returned the kiss. If his nose was any indicator he could safely say she was extremely wet for him. Flare moaned when one of Natan’s hands found its way to her thigh, not breaking the kiss she started removing his vest while he kept exploring her body.

“He’s mine; no one else can have him but me.” Flare was willing to go all the way for him to mark her as his; any unfortunate girl that would dare to even try to take him away from her would get a bloody fate by her hands.

Natan had always been curious to know what a woman’s boob felt like so he slowly reached for her right breast when she let a small whimper of pain.

“Huh?” Natan opened his eyes to see what he had done wrong, only to find a still healing bruise just over her belly. He had been so transfixed by her nakedness he hadn’t noticed her bruise before. “You’re hurt!”

“It’s nothing” Flare tried to recapture his lips but Natan avoided her.