With a firm grip, Samael took Kivas' hand and pressed it against her chest, sinking the palm into the soft surface, to the point that Kivas could feel the weight and pressure of it.
The warmth of her skin radiated through the thin fabric, and Kivas could feel the steady rhythm of Samael's heartbeat.
A blush creeped up her cheeks, and she averted her gaze.
"Why are you doing this…?" Kivas asked, her voice barely a whisper due to the amount of shock she had.
Samael's crimson eyes held her gaze, unwavering, curious, but not out of promiscuous desire. "I want to know if this makes you feel anything, Kivas."
Their relationship might have gone from enemies to an intimate couple, but the two of them had only been swinging on the edge of kissing and cuddling to warm another, never gone further beyond pure lust and depravity.
Kivas swallowed hard, her hand trembled slightly. "I-I never saw you this heated before, This sudden intensity... It is so far from what we usually do…"
