70-The Fire

Breaths entwine with each other.

Maya felt that she might have been bewitched in some way.

The cold woody aroma of Damian's body mixed with his own scent, creating a thick, warm undertone, but almost cold to the touch, like mint and snow. This breath is just like him. When it is first touched, it is cold and sharp, stimulating people to wake up. When the mellow and warm part penetrates, people are already immersed in it unconsciously.

She sniffed this smell, hooked her smooth muscles on her shoulders, and touched her lips and tongue repeatedly with him. Nothing else mattered, and the two of them became each other's center, as if souls had been exchanged through such a touch.

And Damian was obviously as immersed in it as she was. He held her back with one hand and pressed the nape of her neck, while the other hand was pressed against her lower back, rubbing it unconsciously as he moved.

After an unknown amount of time, Maya's waist touched something a little hard. The thing seemed to a