Soften

Push her to go quickly, to keep her promise to come back quickly.

Zak frowned and his tone chilled a bit, "Jamarion can you stop talking like that?"

A little tired of this position, Daphne switched to kneeling on the edge of the bed and kissing her down, knowing best how to please her, but the cell phone rang at an unfortunate time.

Zak: "Make it clear I don't like her."

"Zak, it's cold in here..."

That's weird.

Unable to take such an impulsive tone from her, Zak simply rang off Jamarion and glanced up at Daphne, who had her eyes downcast as she lifted the covers and got up, "I'm going to go check out the rooftop."

At the sound of Zak's voice, Cerys Holland immediately turned back to him, then panicked and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

"What's wrong?"

"Nuan."

In a rare moment when Zak didn't have much strength, Daphne dominated the kiss, licking Zak's lips, making them moist and red, so tantalizingly dry.

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