Gloom

Chapter 301

But, certainly, deep down there was nothing chaste about him.

In the next instant, his lips joined mine. As if something, a thought, a gesture or whatever she saw in me, had changed her mind. The fluttering inside me had not been able to diminish even a little, so I returned the kiss with an energetic and enthusiastic cadence. And when I felt the taste and wetness of his tongue against mine, his heart soared. The invisible but almost palpable energy that was still beating in my chest—that which was left in my system earlier, after he healed my wounds—grew more agitated at that moment.

A strange and unusual warmth began to grow, and I quickly became restless. The skin on my palms began to itch for a reason I didn't know, almost to a desperate point.

Appreciating a certain emotion of victory, I raised my hands and—not without feeling fearful—placed them on either side of his face. He continued kissing me in a soft, deep rhythm, and then I felt one of his hands slip under the loose blous