"Ashen..."
His large hands were going all over her body, warming her gently. She had no idea how his skin could be warmer than a dragon's, but she didn't want him to stop touching her, ever. His hands were always rough, calloused and a bit dry, but he still touched her so gently every single time. As if she was the most fragile, precious thing in this world.
With only one arm below her butt, holding her effortlessly against a wall, and Cessilia being a bit higher than him, the two of them hide to be intimate. She kept caressing his thick neck, and combing his white hair with her fingers. She liked the length of it, that took her fingertips down on his large back. She had always been the tallest among most girls she knew, but Ashen made her feel like a small doll. Each time he raised his
