In the silence of their shared apartment, Engfa and Charlotte found themselves alone for the first time in months. The room was filled with a silence that seemed to heighten the desire and longing in their eyes. Engfa, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and deep affection, approached Charlotte without hesitation.
"Spending so many months without touching you... my patience is at its limit, Charlotte," he said with a longing voice.
Her hands gently cupped Charlotte's face and she looked into her eyes, and Charlotte's eyes were filled with intense longing and deep compassion.
"I feel like I'm burning every time your eyes look at me, Engfa. Waiting so long was torture."
Charlotte then placed her hands on Engfa's shoulders, a faint smile on her lips. Their hearts seemed to beat in unison, a rhythm of shared anticipation.
Engfa pulled her closer, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss that captured the longing and desire that had been building for months.
The freedom of being alone, of expressing their love without restriction, was intoxicating.
"I missed you so much," Charlotte whispered against his lips, her voice full of emotion.
"And so do I," Engfa replied, his hands sliding down to her waist and pulling her even closer. "You have no idea how much I've missed this moment."
Charlotte's fingers traced the line of his jaw, her touch gentle and exploratory. "I think so," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've dreamed of this every night."
Engfa's hands moved to her lower back, pressing her against him. He could feel her heartbeat, the warmth of her body, and it sent a wave of desire through him.
Engfa's lips moved down to Charlotte's neck, kissing and biting gently, eliciting a soft moan from deep within her.
Charlotte tilted her head back, giving him better access. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "Engfa," she whispered, her voice thick with need.
He responded by moving his kisses down to her collarbone, his hands moving inside her nightgown.
She quickly pulled Charlotte up to free her nightgown, revealing Charlotte's creamy skin.
His lips found her nipple, sucking and licking until it hardened under his touch. Charlotte gasped, her body arching against him.
"You are so beautiful," Engfa murmured, his hands moving to her other breast, gently caressing and squeezing it. "The way you miss me so much and look so graceful... it drives me even crazier, Charlotte... I could spend eternity just worshipping your body."
Charlotte's hands moved to Engfa's thin shirt, unbuttoning it with trembling fingers. She pushed at his shoulders, her hands exploring the full, hard surfaces of his chest. "I want you, Engfa," she said, her voice filled with urgency. "I want you so bad."
Engfa's hands slid down to Charlotte's femininity and felt her wetness. He wasted no time in kneeling in front of Charlotte, his face level with her warmth. He looked at her, his eyes full of desire.
"You're so wet," he said, his voice filled with adoration. He leaned in, his tongue licking her folds, tasting her. Charlotte moaned, her hands gripping his hair tightly.
"Ah, Engfa," she breathed, her body shaking with pleasure. "This feels so good."
Engfa continued to lick and suck, his fingers sliding into her wetness, preparing her for what was to come.
Charlotte's moans filled the room, her body writhing with pleasure.
"Every move, every touch... makes me want you more, Engfa," Charlotte breathed.
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Viễn tưởng"The Dance of Blood and Magic" This book tells the legendary story of two worlds. A forbidden love that brings together the souls of the rival Waraha and Austin clans. Engfa Waraha, a witch who wields the dark power of magic, and Charlotte Austin, t...
