89. Butterfly

Her toe curled at the delicious sensation at the base of her stomach. It tickled her spine and made her shudder in delight. He deepened their kisses, exploring all of the inches of her mouth, sampling her tongue with his. His hand firmly kept her in place as her body kept making pointless small movements. Not that she intended to slip from his firm grip, but because the sensation itself was too much to contain if she stayed still.

Within seconds her entire body was in a strange heat she felt so unfamiliar. From her back that trailed up to the back of her neck, like there were hundreds of butterflies flapping in her stomach. He ended it with a sensual sucked at each of her lips, licked along the bottom of her lips passionately, and pulled himself back. Enough for both of them to catch their breath.

Her breath was hot and panting by the end. And Kiara felt the absence of warmth on his lips was uneasy, making her feel exposed and vulnerable. That wasn't enough. She wanted it to last lo