Adrian's eyes were dark, and Serena understood what he meant, countering, "Didn't you already see it?"
"Forgot." He replied solemnly, "Let me check again."
Under her shirt, she was completely bare. Adrian's palm gripped her smooth knee and slid upward, caressing her delicate skin.
Serena's body couldn't help but tremble.
"Does it hurt?" Adrian studied her expression, his gaze intense with desire.
Serena shook her head, "Not hurt. It's— itchy."
Adrian's right hand held her waist, his tall frame pressing her into the sofa, left hand picking up both her arms and placing them on his shoulders so she could wrap them around his neck.
Serena embraced his neck, welcoming his passionate kiss, her legs instinctively winding around his narrow, firm waist.
Everything happened naturally, as if flowing water.
The movie was still playing, scenes flickering, the sound mixing with their ragged breathing and desire-laden moans.
