{Music Recommendation: I found ~ Amber Run}
[WARNING: R18. Slightly Smut]
Mila shuddered when her bottom touched the cold wooden table, her two hands grabbing his chest for balance. She could hear the files falling softly on the floor before silence returned in the room.
If Mila knew she would be in this position with Zyran, she would have dressed in something better. All she has on was this flimsy night dress, no bra and a pant!
Zyran scanned the girl's face slowly, until his eyes fell on her chest. Her breast was in full view despite being covered in a dress. He could see the shape and he longed to stroke it. His hand on her waist remained while his thumb ran slowly massaging her hips.
"I can't have food at home and be hungry now, can I?" Zyran asked, and yes, his eyes looked hungry. Betraying the very dark desires he had for Mila at the moment.
Trying to stop him from coming closer, Mila held his chest,
"You-" her voice cracked, "You said you'd wait."
