Chapter 232: Ripped Clothes

"Hmmm, why are you thinking of another man in my arms?" His kisses led to nipping her shoulder. "I'm right here."

Aila sighed; the seer was an old man. She then yelped as he picked her up suddenly and looked down at his features, finding herself melting from his dazzling smile. Her mind went blank from any worries as their lips crashed into each other, her hands gripping his face while her legs wrapped around his back. He sucked on her lower lip, and his tongue gained entrance to her mouth, instantly intertwining with hers. Aila's hands threaded through to his chin-length hair.