Chapter 10: The Devil's Deed

With that, she drew him forward and he caught her lips between his before she could do it first.

Warona felt herself tremble as Utasha's hands drifted on top of hers, and without words, begged her to touch him. She circled her hands around his neck as he lunged over her body and made her lay back on the bed.

Thoughts of missions and lives at stake well all thrown out of the window, and at the moment Warona could swear the only thing she was born to do was make love to this boy. Nothing else, nothing more.

She let his fingers trace all over her body until they settled on her hips, squeezing and pulling.

Warona could feel his impatience, and also her own. But before she thought of doing anything else, the boy pulled their lips apart.

"Can I?" He whispered the question, gathering up the dress material below her waist up into bundles in his fists.

She nodded, "Yes."

Warona took in a deep breath when the cold air touched the skin of her thighs. Malignant and eerie.