Alaric felt Hertha tense up against his chest, her heartbeat pounding against him, which also drove his own pulse to race.
The heat between them grew intense, his lower abdomen tight with longing. Alaric’s breath was heavy as his hands clasped Hertha’s waist. His desire was driven by the soft, plush sensation.
Drenched in sweat, Alaric couldn’t bear the heat any longer. He leaned down and captured her lips with precision.
“Umm…” Hertha’s lips were suddenly sealed by his fervent kiss. Her eyes widened, a tingling sensation spreading throughout her body.
Sparks seemed to fly in the air, a feeling of a storm meeting the earth keeping Hertha taut. This was her first kiss. To think it was with the man she fancied, a mix of surprise, numbness, and a hint of fear filled in her mind. Her heart was fluttering like a startled deer.
Hertha’s breathing was rapid and shaky, a mix of fear and shyness in her trembling, yet there was a flicker of anticipation deep down in her heart.
She also felt the unbearable heat in her body.
She thought a sip of water might help, but then Alaric’s kiss seemed to ease that parched feeling.
Could it be not the temperature, but something in the milk they had shared earlier?
Lost in her thoughts, Hertha didn’t notice Alaric had already slid off her bathrobe, his large hand caressing her vulnerable spots.
Hertha gasped, her body bending like a shrimp, “Umm…”
Alaric released her lips, nibbling at her ear, his voice a husky whisper, “Your first ti
Hertha trembled with fear, “We have agreed that it was just to help you break off the
“I’ll convince my grandpa to let me marry you, and not everything I said was a lie,” Alaric kisses trailed down from her ear to her neck, to her glowing collarbone.
Hertha’s breath hitched, “What wasn’t a lie? That you’d marry me, or that you love me?”
“Yeah,” Alaric grunted, his voice rough and indistinct, lost to desire, no longer listening to Hertha’s words.
His kisses continued downward, and Hertha, despite her fear, relaxed her grip on his head.
Sensing her acquiescence, Alaric murmured, “I’ll be gentle…”
Swayed by his words, Hertha’s eyes brimmed with tears, and slowly, she let
With her permission, Alaric’s kisses grew more fervent.
The moonlight was soft and gentle outside. But inside, the two lovers entwined, lost in passion.
Back at the bar, Thalassa finished her juice and walked out with Hertha’s car keys in her hand.
She got into the car and drove off.
It was past nine at night. The roads were bustling in its peak hours. She had to drive slowly, following the flow of traffic.
Just past a traffic light, Thalassa sensed something was off. A black car seemed to be following her.
It had been too crowded to notice before. But now, as she slowed for the red light and other cars passed her by, the black car remained trailing behind her.