The sheets were soft, the kind of soft that threatened to envelope you - melt around you. They were made of dark smooth silk; you couldn't quite guess the colour given the dim lighting of the room but, if you had to guess, you'd say burgundy.
The candles set up in the room flickered from the night stand, casting intricate shadows onto the wall and curtains that simultaneously acted as a barrier between insideand the storm.
But storm itself had completely slipped your mind and been replaced by something else...
Erwin.
Erwin's hand was trailing down the length of your thigh under your dress while his one knee was situated between them - his grip slightly tightening like a grasping reflex after every soft hum escaped past your lips and fell into his own.
His lips captured yours in quick desperate kisses that drew out needy sounds from the back of your throat as his tongue so skillfully tangled itself with your own.
He claimed your lips as if you were the air he needed to breathe.
You could taste the desperation on his tongue - the need.
It was overwhelmingly sweet, like sugar melted into a thick syrup that coated your tongue and trickled down your throat until it reached your core.
You could feel the arousal growing in your stomach. It was like a burning sensation that with each kiss, each touch, each breath continued to spiral within you.
You felt completely warm.
"I could kiss you forever" you whispered against his lips in the quick moment they parted.
"Careful," he says, smiling against your lips, "I might take you up on the offer."
